Page 84 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
“If we’re running low on time, I can skip doing my nails,” I said. “I never really bother to paint my nails.”
“Nonsense. There’s always time to be fabulous.” He rifled through the colors and lifted up a silver one with sparkles. “How about this?”
Kennedy gave me an encouraging nod.
The silver sparkles looked fun. I felt a smile spreading across my face. “Okay.”
“I could get used to this,” Kennedy said as she blew on her nails. “Oh, our drinks are here!”
I looked up to see Tiffany coming in with a tray of glasses filled to the brim with something clear and bubbly.
I remembered when I’d gone over to The Hunters’ house for help with my project. They’d had someone serve alcohol even though we were all underage. Why were adults agreeing to this?
“You asked her to bring us drinks?” I asked.
“No. She offered,” Kennedy said and lifted one off the tray. “Don’t worry. It’s just sparkling water. Not punch.”
I laughed. I couldn’t be mad about sparkling water. I grabbed one too. “Thank you so much, Tiffany.”
She smiled. “Anything else I can grab for you? I know Barbara just pulled some chocolate scones out of the oven.”
Kennedy and I both looked at each other.
“We would love some scones,” Kennedy said in a ditsy voice that sounded a lot like Isabella.
Tiffany laughed.
For a few minutes there, I thought Kennedy was getting more used to this lifestyle than I was. But she was just having fun. And Tiffany was enjoying it too.
“Right away, ma’am,” she said and we all giggled.
“I swear to God, if you girls smudge your nails I’m not redoing them,” Justin said as he snagged the sparkling water out of my hand for himself. “Be still.”
“Yes, sir.”
He laughed too. But then slapped the back of my hand when I fidgeted again.
“This room isn’t nearly as bad as the rest of the house,” Kennedy said. “I love the color. Everything is so light and airy now that the smell of pee is gone. It reminds me of this beach house I went to when I was a kid.”
“Mr. Pruitt picked out the color,” I said.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Interesting. I guess his wife decorated the rest of the apartment? Who knew he was such a bright and cheery guy?”
Justin laughed and then silently scolded himself for some imperfection I couldn’t see on my nails.
“My mom loved yellow,” I said. “And he remembered.”
“That’s sweet.” Kennedy reached up to touch one of her rollers.
“Don’t you dare touch that,” Justin said. “It needs time to set.” He screwed the cap back on the silver nail polish. “Now what to do with your hair,” he said to me and shoved the sparkling water back into my hand.
I didn’t really have any suggestions for him. I’d never had my hair done before.
He continued to stare at me for a few more seconds before he snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it. It’s going to be fantabulous. You’re going tolove it.” His voice went up about 12 octaves and his eyes rolled back into his head when he saidlove it.
