Page 83 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Ooh, me too,” said Gigi.

Charlie shook her head, though. “I think mine look perfect the way they are.”

If Marisol thought she and her friends were a bit over-exuberant about glitter, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t even blink at the way they often bounced around or how Daisy had stuffed herself with candy until she was now lying on the floor, groaning.

She simply smiled and quietly moved around, doing everyone’s nails while they sat with gunk on their faces from mud packs.

Charlie wondered if Marisol was a Little. But no, she was just being kind and sweet. Didn’t mean anything.

She was so grateful she was feeling better. To think she might have missed all this. She wasn’t usually one to get her nails done or put mud packs on her face. But she was really enjoying this. Mostly because all of her friends were here.

“Shall we put on some music?” Ari asked, moving to the stereo.

Marisol hadn’t even blinked at Ari’s appearance. Either she didn’t know who she was, or she had an excellent poker face.

Ellie clapped. “Dance party.”

Charlie groaned.

“We can’t dance with all this gunk on our faces,” Abby said.

“I can’t even move,” Daisy proclaimed, her hands on her tummy. “Jed is gonna kill me. My ass is toast unless I can process this sugar.”

Charlie looked to Marisol but she didn’t react. She noticed Caley watching the other woman as well. Last thing they wanted to start was any rumors. Especially with Ari being so high-profile. But Marisol seemed really professional.

Gigi brought Daisy a bottle of water and rubbed her back soothingly as the other woman sat up to sip at it.

Marisol was currently painting Eden’s fingers a pale blue.

“Can we rub this gunk off now, Marisol?” Ellie asked.

“Ellie!” Abby scolded.

“What?”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to call it gunk.”

“Oh.” Ellie gave Marisol an apologetic look. “Sorry! Can I take this mud stuff off my face?”

Marisol smiled. “Don’t worry, I call it gunk too. Go ahead. You’ve had it on long enough.”

Gigi came over with a glass of pink lemonade and set it down by Marisol’s knee. She was currently kneeling in front of Eden’s chair.

“Thought you might be getting thirsty,” Gigi told her. She’d already washed her face clean.

The curvy dark-haired woman looked at Gigi with a smile. She had an olive complexion with big, round eyes. She was gorgeous.

“Thank you. That’s so kind.”

“Did you come straight here from the spa?” Eden asked. Eden went to the spa regularly so she probably knew Marisol.

“I did.”

“Did you stop to eat anything?” Gigi asked. “Would you like a cupcake or a cookie?”

“Oh, thank you, no. I’m trying not to eat too much sugar.”

“There’s probably something healthy in the kitchen,” Charlie said. “Clint could find you something.”

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