Page 36 of Sparks Fly
“Probably, but it’s free drinks, right?”
“Right.” I twiddle the end of my hair.
“So, take him up on it. You never know, it might turn out to be a really fun evening.”
“Or a really stupid decision.” I pace.
“Nope, it’s just a drink.”
“Okay.” I swallow the nerves down.
“You still don’t sound convinced.”
“Because I’m not.” A small laugh escapes me.
“What else are you going to be doing?” she says, and I know she is judging me.
“Editing my vlog.”
“Boring, go out with Creed and have a couple of drinks.”
“But what about?—”
“Just go, you’ll have great fun.”
I sigh, flopping down on my bed, eyes pinned to the ceiling. “Okay,” I say after a few moments of silence.
“Okay, you’re going?”
“Yes, I suppose.” I sit back up, staring at my feet.
“What you going to wear?”
“No idea. He is sending the car, I need to hurry up,” I whisper into the phone as I look back at the clock.
“Go for an LBD can’t go wrong with that.”
My lips curl into a smile.
“It’s just drinks remember. I’m not trying to seduce my ex’s dad.”
“I know… but doesn’t it sound good?” She laughs softly down the phone.
“Stop that.” I face palm myself before finally pushing up from the bed and rooting through my wardrobe.
“Have fun, text me when you’re home.”
“I will. Thanks, Rue.”
“Always, baby girl.”
We say our goodbyes, and I cut the phone off, placing it on the dressing table. I drag a black dress from its hanger and disappear into the bathroom to get myself ready in record time.
My hair is down, slightly wavy. I decided on minimal make-up, eyes, cheeks, lips. All very natural apart from a soft red lip. I landed on a black bodycon mini dress and wedged sandals for my attire for my last minute evening out with my ex boyfriend’s dad.
Spritzing myself with my perfume, I swipe my phone and a black clutch and make my way down.
The lift ride is short and nerves settle deep into my stomach with each step I take across the short lobby of the apartment. Alexandre greets me at the door and I don’t miss the way my cheeks turn pink when I see the blacked-out Mercedes sitting kerbside.
