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“Already got the note,” Whitney replies, waving it in her hand. “We'll go turn it in. Meet us at my car in ten minutes.”
I find Aiden in the hall. “How's your uncle?” he asks.
“He's good.”
“You look tired.”
“We stayed up late talking about my mom.”
“What did he say about her? Is she doing better?”
“Well, they just got to France, so it's hard to tell yet.”
“What else did he tell you?”
“Uh, well, apparently the Vancouver project was really stressful. A lot of negotiations and stuff. And she was working long hours and spending too much time away from my sisters. So that upset her. And I guess Vancouver sort of, like, consumed her. But the good news is that she's taking a whole month off. At least from traveling. Although, I’m sure she'll work some from home.”
Shit. Why did I say that? Next he’s going to ask . . .
“What’s her next project?” Aiden asks, responding exactly the way I was praying he wouldn’t.
Shit.
Uh . . .
Improvise, Keatyn. Make something up!
“Uh, well, part of the reason she agreed to France is because her next job is, uh, it’s in the Ukraine.”
Where the hell did that come from?
Is the Ukraine close to France?
Do they even have oil in the Ukraine?
“So, that's good, right?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I’m glad you got to see him while he was in town.”
I think of the look on Vincent's face when he saw me at the club. “I’m really glad I got to see him too.”
He pulls me in for a sweet kiss. “So, what are you girls pla
“Officially, we’re going off campus to check on some last minute details for the weekend, but, really, we’re getting pedicures. Which is good. My polish is a mess after being in the sand. You wa
“Ah, no. I’m busy with the Hawthorne house project.”
“What are you doing?”
He flicks his tongue across my neck. “I can't tell. You said you’re making your dorm like like store windows. What’s going to be in yours?”
“We’re only doing it on the front facing rooms, but I helped Maggie plan hers. It will be a springtime in Paris theme. A pretty pale blue dress with a tutu skirt, pastel flowers, and a big art frame to make it look like you walked into a Degas’ picture.”
“Very creative.”
“Are you really not going to tell me what you're doing?”
“You'll see it later. Depending on how it goes. Right now, it's walking a fine line between cool and ridiculous.”
“What if I give you a French kiss, monsieur. Will you tell me then?”
“Depends on how good a kiss it is,” he flirts, sliding his hands into my hair.
I wrap my arms around his neck and move my lips slowly toward his. Then I stick out my tongue and rub it sloppily across his cheek, laughing.
He quickly stops my giggles with his own powerful tongue. Moving it with the grace of a Degas ballerina.
Until the first bell rings.
“I better get going,” he says. “What color are you going to get on your toes?”
“What color do you think I should get?”
“A sexy red, maybe?”
“I was thinking a soft pink.”
“That would be pretty. Is the dress pink?”
“No, but my bag is.”
“Makes sense. Have fun.”
“I will,” I say, prancing away from him.
But he grabs me by the waist, pulls me back in, and gives me a kiss that leaves me reeling.
All that sunshine.
8:30am
I meet the girls at Whitney’s car and we head to a posh day spa.
We’re quickly taken back to a private pedicure room with three chairs.
“What color should I get?” Peyton asks, holding up a bright red and a hot pink.
“I like the red for me and the pink for you,” Whitney teases, pulling the red out of Peyton’s hand.
Peyton laughs. “That’s always what we get. Maybe we should go crazy and switch it up. You get the pink, I’ll get the red.”
Whiney laughs too. “You’re right. We do always get the same thing. Maybe we should get something funky. Keatyn, what would you suggest?”
“What color are your dresses for tomorrow night?”
“Mine is black and Peyton’s is an icy blue.”
“Oh, pretty.” I grab a sparkly, metallic charcoal and hand it to Whitney. “This is for you.”
“Really? I won’t look Goth?”
“No, dark nails are totally acceptable. Besides, this has glitter, so it will sparkle.” I elbow her. “You know, in case Shark sees your toes in soft lighting.”
She grins. “I usually make boys wait, but I don’t think I’m going to with Shark.”
“Really?” Peyton says, turning away from the polish wall and giving me a surprised look.
Whitney shrugs. “Sometimes you just know when it’s right.”
Peyton, who is standing behind her, pretends to stick her finger down her throat and gag.
I try not to laugh.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” I say to Whitney. “All right, Peyton, what color for you?”
I stand next to her and stare at the wall of polish.
“Pedicures are supposed to help relieve stress, but choosing a polish totally stresses me out!” she says.
I scan the silver polishes, choosing one that is a soft color but also has an iridescent shimmer to it. “This one.”
“Oh, I like that. My shoes are silver, too.”
We get situated and soak our feet in the warm water.
I turn the massage chair on, lean my head back, and close my eyes.
This feels so good.
“Do you want something to read?” Peyton asks, tossing a paper into my lap before I can respond.
I’m about to throw it back at her when I see a headline at the top with Mom’s photo underneath.
I quickly open the paper to the Entertainment section and scan the article.
The headline reads, Crowds Line Up To See To Maddie, With Love.
I scan the article.
“This is the kind of rare movie that both critics and fans alike will be raving about,” movie critic Tim Steward proclaims.
Fans outside the packed midnight showings were excited to see if Mr. Steward was right. We did our own poll among those exiting the theater, and fans had a lot to say about this film and how Maddie’s story touched them.
“Abby Johnston’s movies usually make me laugh and fall in love,” local resident Alice Truluck said. “This movie made me cry, physically ache, and feel completely uncomfortable. But it still made me fall in love. This is an amazing story of redemption. Abby has to win an Academy award for this.”
Rumors are flying as to why Abby hasn’t attended any of the premieres held around the world this week. Also notably absent from Abby’s life is her long-time beau, Tommy Stevens. Inside sources say a split is imminent.
There’s a photo of Tommy and Bad Kiki getting on a private plane with the caption, He’s moving and taking the dog with him!
Abby left earlier than pla
But a day earlier, Abby’s publicist contradicted that statement. “Like many on the Vancouver movie set, Abby has come down with the flu and won’t be attending the premieres.” And, when pressed further about the health of the couple’s relationship: “Abby will not accompany Tommy to New York. She’s taking some time away from the movie industry.”
Those of us who have seen the frightening photos of a too-ski