Page 123 of Flirtasaurus
“He did, yeah. He left out the juiciest details, thankfully, but I definitely got the gist.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt him, Lou. I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. You know I’ve been there with him. Well, not exactly where you were with him. Gross! Bleh! Moving on, please.”
“I understand.” I laugh. Somehow, I’m able to laugh. “I miss him,” I continue. “And I’m determined to make things right with him.”
“Okay. What can I do to help?”
She asks me those six magic words.
And suddenly… I have an idea.
“Louise?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Hanging out alone in my crappy efficiency apartment watching episodes ofThe Blue Planeton BBC Earth. So basically nothing. Why?”
“Want to go to a party?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Lopey loo, woohoo, look at you! What a gorgeous girl!”
“FitzGeralds in the hayouse!” Sasha exclaims.
It’s gala night, and Sasha and I are standing outside of the museum, dressed in our finest, waiting on my parents’ arrival so we can escort them inside.
“Thanks, Dad! Looking sharp yourself, sir!”
He really does. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen my father in a tux before. And it seems he got a fresh haircut for the event. That makes me smile.
“And, Mom, wow! You look beautiful!” I give her a kiss on the cheek.
She gets close to me and whispers in my ear, “I’m wearing the Spanx. God almighty, who invented these torture devices?”
“I hear ya, Mama. Don’t get me started on the Spanx.”
“Sasha, how is the booze biz going?” Dad asks.
“Good, Ken, thanks! Drinks are on Dad and me tonight.”
“Music to my ears, lady!” he says with a toothy grin.
“Shall we?” I gesture to the entrance. “I’m actually due to greet guests up front in just a few minutes. My team and I are taking shifts, so Sasha will show you around and get you settled, then I’ll join you in a little bit. Sound okay?”
“Sounds great, baby,” Mom says as I escort her through the door. Dad offers Sasha his elbow and guides her inside like she’s the one who needs directions instead of him. My, my, he seems to be feeling debonair tonight. I guess getting gussied up and attending an event like this can do that to people.
“I got them from here, girl,” Sasha whispers at me over her shoulder as she winks. “You do your thing!”
She disappears into the exhibit hall with my parents tucked lovingly under each of her arms.
She really is the best.
I approach the check-in table and see Damon dressed like he’s on the cover ofGQmagazine. Though I wouldn’t expect anything less from the man who lives and breathes design. “Looking good, Miss FitzGerald,” he says as he rises.
