Page 63 of Wicked Rockstar

Clearly, Peter had a better offer.

“Are you sure? We have the first recording block of the day. That would mean I have to be at your place before 8:00 am to make it on time. Will you be awake?” I was pretty sure Jareth scheduled us at the earlier spot because Peter was still in the doghouse with him.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Lately, I started my day at Peter’s house, especially if we had somewhere to be so I could make sure he didn’t oversleep.

“Peter … Please tell me you’re not going out.” I needed him sober tomorrow morning.

“What?”

I didn’t know why I bothered. He wasn’t listening to me.

“Peter. We need to show Jareth you’re serious about working with him.”

“It’s not a big deal, Tris. Listen, I’ve got to go. See you in the morning.” He hung up before I could protest again.

I sent a text to Leo.

TRIS

Please tell me you’re driving Peter.

LEO

He just messaged me. Yeah.

TRIS

Keep an eye on him.

LEO

Always. I’ll let you know if there’s any problems.

TRIS

Thanks.

I released a long frustrated sigh and said a silent prayer to the universe that Peter didn’t screw up anything too bad tonight.

“Guess I’m free after all.” I forced a smile to my face and did my best to push away my worries, banishing all thoughts of Peter to the back of my mind.

I checked to make sure my reminders were on in case he did anything stupid and dropped my phone into my purse. Typically,social media was good about telling me about whatever trouble he got in even if he wasn’t.

“Great. Everything okay?” Lexi asked.

I nodded, thankful she didn’t ask me to elaborate. At the bar, Killian was sipping another Scotch and glaring at my purse on the coffee table. “Let’s get started.”

For the next hour, I tried on more clothes than I had in years. Jenn worked on my makeup, showing me techniques I’d never had the confidence to try before. With each outfit, and each swipe of mascara, I felt a little more powerful.

Beautiful, even.

When I appeared in a fitted black dress that hugged my curves, Lexi gasped. I twirled in a way that I thought looked sexy.

“Trissa, you look absolutely incredible,” she breathed.

I dared to approach the full-length mirror Jenn had set up. The woman staring back at me, underneath the subtle makeup, was still me, but amplified. I looked more confident, more polished.

I barely recognized myself. The niggling doubt I had in the beginning that I was going to be a completely different person after this transformation had started to fade.

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