Page 85 of Change My Mind
“And do they hurt?”
I held back my eye roll. “No, they’re not that tight.”
He studied my hair further. “Do you always have them in?”
“No. I take them out regularly. These will be in until the end of the year, then I won’t get them done again until the spring.”
“And what does your hair look like underneath all that?”
There was no holding back the eye roll this time.
“It’s shoulder-length and curly. Still dark brown.”
He finally stopped staring at my hair and locked in on my eyes.
That wasn’t better.
“And what about these eyes of yours?”
Fuck, this was going to be a long night.
The girls wereall at Becky’s tonight.
I had no idea if they thought they were being subtle when they said that they would be there to finalise some things for the engagement party, because I was seeing right through them.
They were all in one place because they wanted to know how my date went.
I didn’t think they were prepared for me to get to Becky’s before eight-thirty.
“Fuck, you look like you could use a drink,” Lucy said the moment she opened the door.
“Please,” I said desperately as I stepped into the house.
We walked down the long hallway to the kitchen, where the rest of them were. Becky’s face lit up and then immediately fell when Lucy handed me a large glass of white wine. I took a long sip as I settled into a chair at the kitchen table.
“It went well then?” Clara asked, her voice thick with sarcasm.
“He asked if my eye colour was real!”
Becky’s face fell as she settled on a chair opposite me. “Oh, that’s…an inside thought that should stay inside.”
I nodded. “Right?! And then he tried to explain the importance of Shakespeare’s plays during the Elizabethan era.”
Lucy barked out a laugh. “Does he know what you do with your days?” she asked.
“I thought he did!”
“No, he does. It was one of the reasons I thought you two would get along. I even said as much to him,” Becky said, pouring a glass of wine of her own.
“That makes me feel so much better,” I drawled.
“Was there anything good about it?” Clara asked.
I thought about it. Really thought about it. “I mean, he was not unattractive to look at when he wasn’t talking. Which wasn’t often, to be honest.”
A silence fell.
“Fuck, Ads,” Becky scoffed as she broke it.
