Page 62 of My Fake Fiancé

“Didn’t we just have one of those when we sat in Kurt’s apartment for, like, a day? And again the other night when we went dancing.”

“So what?” She waves her hand dismissing the thought. “We are going out again. Get on your favorite outfit.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Favorite outfit that does not include pants. At Kurt’s apartment it was a sweatpants type of night, and then a jeans outing but tonight…baby, tonight is a no pants type of night!” She does a little hop and pumps her fist in the air. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I get off the couch and let her drag me to her bedroom and into the closet.

“Now, what do we wear?” I jump out of the way just in time to dodge a big green fur coat.

“Where the hell did that thing come from?” Stooping down, I lift the monstrosity to examine it. “When did you get this? Is it real?”

“So many questions.” Tatyana turns around and squints at the coat. “Oh, yeah, one of my friends brought us to this retro club. It was a theme night for some decade.” She ends her story and goes off in search of two perfect outfits.

I go over to the corner of the closet, lean against the wall, and slide to the floor. Looking around at the piles on the floor, a gold sparkle catches my eye and I pull out a sequined dress.

“Yes! That’s perfect. You’re wearing it.” Tatyana says, noticing the dress I found. “And your knee-high black, suede boots would go perfectly.”

“You don’t think it’s too much?” I hold it up against my body and walk over to look in the mirror in the bedroom.

“Okay, fine. Maybe no knee-highs. Put the dress on,” she instructs me and disappears into the closet again. I strip and wiggle into the dress. Tatyana comes out of the closet and helps zip me into the dress then hands me gorgeous black high heels with a touch of gold on them.

“How do you always have the perfect thing for me to wear?” I put on the heels and wobble a bit. She grins at me then holds up a cute golden clutch. A squeal comes out of my mouth before I can stop it and we both laugh.

“I’m amazing, I know. Okay, now my turn. Please sit back and relax and prepare to be amazed. Even more so than usual.” I laugh and roll my eyes then fall back onto the bed, my dress riding up my thighs. “I’m wearing your boots, by the way!” She calls out to me.

“I’m not surprised that you had them in here,” I respond then close my eyes for a few minutes.

A pillow hits my stomach and I sit up. “I’m awake.”

“Are you?” Tatyana stands over me peering down at me. “I didn’t take that long!” I just raise my eyebrow at her. “Right okay, sure. But look at the results! Worth the wait, right?” She holds her arms out then slowly spins around and strikes a pose when she comes back to face me. She found a similar sequined dress but in a pretty pink color. She paired the dress with my knee-high boots and a short black fur jacket. And pink hair.

“Whoa, where did the pink hair come from?”

“Oh, do you like it? It was just a quick chalk thing for my hair.”

“Yeah, I like it. It looks good.” I stand up and fill the golden clutch with all my necessities. “You ready to go?”

She stuffs her purse and tucks a flask in it. “Free vodka. Gotta be prepared.” She pats her purse and then grabs the apartment keys.

I follow her out of the room and into the hallway. “Why do you have so many sequined dresses?” I ask as we make our way down the stairs and into the lobby.

“So many questions,” Tatyana rolls her eyes smiling. “Should we walk? It’s pretty nice out tonight.” I nod, and we make our way down the street, the cool air blows my hair over my shoulders and I teeter in my heels. Maybe we shouldn’t have walked.

Chapter 55

Juliana

I hear a squealing laugh and I know Tatyana is having fun. I look over at her and see she’s trying out some ridiculous new dance moves. Everyone around her is loving it. She dances to the music but at the same time, dances to her own beat. She spins around and finds me in the crowd, she dances her way over to me and bounces around me. I laugh and let loose with her. Dancing off-beat, singing along to the songs we know, and making up lyrics to other songs. After a break in music, we step back and head to the bathroom together.

“It’s getting late, should we start to head back to the apartment?” I ask while we wash our hands side by side. We’ve been here longer than the other night and I’m certainly getting tired but Tatyana seems to have gotten her second wind.

“It’s only 1:20 in the morning,” Tatyana says checking her watch. “Actually, there is a bar down the street that I want to check out.” I throw away my towel after drying my hands and fix my hair in the mirror.

“Sure, I think I’ve still got a little energy left in me.” I laugh and Tatyana gives a cheer. She’s been such a great support, I can muster the energy for another adventure.

“One last song?”

“Of course!” I hear Waterfalls begin to play and I give her a look. “TLC? This is perfect.” Tatyana laughs but nods, agreeing.

The door to the bathroom opens and a group of girls make their way in as we head out, they seem younger and make a comment about how “lame” this song is. Okay, the song might not be from my generation either but it’s still an amazing song. We make our way back onto the dance floor and dance our hearts out.

After the song finishes we say goodbye to the people we were dancing with and then exit the club. “Which way is this bar?”

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