Page 7 of Doll Face

“Fine, come in my office.” Barbie sighs.

“So am I calling security?” Midge asks, and I look to Barbie who shakes her head in defeat.

“Isn’t this office a little not so private?” I motion toward the see-through doors.

“It’s completely soundproof. Someone could scream and Midge wouldn’t hear it.” She slides her coat off and takes a seat. Her desk is light rose gold complete with the rose gold Mac.

“That’s comforting,” I mumble.

“I’m not the one who left, Kenzie. Also, relax. I’m not the murdering type. Orange isn’t my color.” Barbie cracks a smile, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I just want to talk about us.” I sit down across from her.

“There is no us.”

“Barbie—” I’m about to go into why there is an us when we’re interrupted by another blonde. She waltzes right in like she owns the place and drops a file on Barbie’s desk. Her eyes finally meet mine, and realization flashes through her features at the same time I recognize her.

“Oh my gosh! Kenzie?” It’s Barbie’s younger sister, Kelly, except she’s no longer a teenager with braces; she’s basically all grown up.

“Hey, Kelly.” I smile. She comes over and greets me with a hug.

“When I said get back out there, this isn’t exactly what I meant, but I’m all for this.” Kelly winks at Barbie.

“Kelly! We’re in the middle of something,” Barbie scolds.

“Whoops! Well, I’m glad to see you back together. Mom and Dad will be so happy.”

“We’re n—” I start to say, but Barbie cuts me off.

“Let me be the one to tell them the good news.” Barbie forces a smile.

“Okay, okay.” Kelly groans. “I still can’t believe this. You two work fast.” She smiles. “See you around, Kenzie.”

“What just happened?” I look at Barbie, confused.

“My sister is on my case to get back out there and date someone. So are my parents, so I’m just telling them what they want to hear,” she says with a shrug.

“So we’re not getting back together?” I ask, scrunching my eyebrows.

“Kenzie, you can’t come back after four and a half years and expect me to jump back into something with you. That’s seriously insane.”

“So give me a week.”

“W-what?”

“Give me a week to show you that we belong together, and if at the end of the week you’re not convinced, I’ll go willingly and leave you alone.”

“Why a week?”

“That’s how long I’m in town for.”

“So a week to get you out of my life, then?” she asks, full of sass.

“Sure, you can think of it like that.”

“Fine.” She nods.

“We have a deal.” I reach forward to shake her manicured hand and smile. This wouldn’t be easy but I know I’ll be able to do it. All I have to do is remind her of all the good parts of us. Surely it won’t be that hard to do.

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