Page 38 of Night's Fall
I put the top and the skirt on up and down valet rails, setting the red sandals on the floor under them, stepped back, took one look, and shrieked, “Eureka!Perfection!”
Nova slunk to the shoes, sniffed one, then, starting with her ear, rubbed most of her body along it before she collapsed on both.
Nova approved too.
“I cannot believe you’re going out on a date withPrinceAleksei,”Moniquesaid.
“I can’t believe he brought youCaptainJacques’s,”Gaylesaid.
“I can totally believe both, because, look at her,”Catdemanded.
The three holograms looked at me.
“Mm-hmm, he read you like a book,”Moniquedeclared. “ThatCaptainJacquesmove was so smooth,CJshould make it a sauce.Theirflybys would be jammed, north to south, east to west, sea to sea.”
“I’m still recovering from it, and it didn’t even happen to me,”Gayleput in.
ButIhad my eyes onCat. “Whatdo you mean, look at me?”
I got three identical eyerolls.
“Here we go again,”Gaylemumbled toCat.
“Totally not going there,”Catreplied.
I turned fully to them. “I’mlearning how to curtsy then going to see troll skin, somethingInever thoughtI’dtouch in my life.It’sthe enchanted moonstone of the textile world.AndI’meating dinner with a guy who doesn’t have anMandRin front of his name, but anHRH.Andhe might kiss me.”
Gods,Ihoped he kissed me.
AndGods,Iwas terrified of the same thing.
“So humor me,”Ifinished. “Whatdid you mean?”
Cat stood.
Gayle reached out to her, even if she couldn’t touch her ’gram.
Cat shook her head. “Nope.No.Notgonna do it,” she said irately, then bent her head, stabbed at herPalm, kept stabbing at herPalm,Monique,GayleandIexchanged a variety of glances, and thenMr.Truelock’stall, straight body blinked into my closet.
Eek!
Well, good thingI’dput on my robe.
“Hello, my lovely,” he said to me.Thenhe turned toMoniqueandGayle. “Andmy other lovelies.”
Lilith, butIloved this male.
“Hey,Mr.Truelock,”GayleandMoniquesingsonged in unison.
He smiled at them and came back to me. “Catshared last night, andI’mabsolutely delighted, but in no way surprised you turned theTrueHeir’seye.”
Oh boy.
“Mr.Truelock—”Ibegan.
“Quiet, darling,” he said gently.
I shut up.
