Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
I don’t know why I need a gown. We already went to homecoming, but he said I couldn’t wear that one, that I needed a new dress for tonight.
We narrow it down to two.
One is feminine and flowy on the bottom, but the top is fitted and sexy with thin straps. The bottom is such a pale pink it almost looks white, and the top is a darker shade, closer to rose gold, and sparkly.
The other is a gorgeous, fiery gown with a plunging V neckline. It’s tighter than the first one, and I think the mix of browns and reds suits my complexion better—especially after Anae made fun of me for wearing pastels when she came over that one day.
Annoying to have her voice in my head when Landon picks that one to buy.
“Are you sure?” I ask him.
His brow furrows. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s beautiful, but do you think it looked good on me?”
His expression turns stony. “What kind of question is that? Of course it looked good on you.”
“Anae said I don’t look good in pale colors. She said I look like a sickly Brontë heroine.”
His eyes darken with anger and he rips the hanger off the hook. “Anae’s a fucking idiot. Why would you listen to anything she says?”
I know he’s right, but sometimes the mean things people say tend to hang around in my mind longer than the praise.
I loved the dress, and if Landon thinks I look pretty in it, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, anyway.
“Can we stop by the shoes before we go?” I ask.
He hasn’t told me what we’re doing yet, but it seems like we’re having a double date with our parents. Since Mom was anxious about her shoes, and since I have a credit card I can charge on freely now, I want to pick up a pair of white ones for her.
“Yeah, but you gotta make it quick,” he tells me.
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We get to the salon right when they’re about to close, so we have the place all to ourselves.
Landon leaves me alone to get my hair styled and my makeup done. When he comes back, I’m chatting with the stylist, but my words dry up at the sight of him.
Landon is wearing an off-white suit that perfectly complements mine. Underneath, he’s wearing a white dress shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and no tie.
He looks gorgeous.
He smirks when he sees me gaping, and the stylist takes advantage of my open mouth to finish off my lips.
As soon as she’s done and I blot, she spins the chair around so I can see myself.
Landon had me change into the dress before the appointment so I didn’t fuck up my hair, and now I’m glad he did. I’m a little stunned at how pretty I look with my makeup done and my hair blown out and curled. The tight rose gold bodice makes my boobs look amazing, and as I stand, the flowy bottom part dances around my legs and sways with every step I take. I do a little spin, and I feel like a fairy princess in a gossamer gown.
Landon catches my wrist, turning me to face him, then tugging me close. “You look beautiful. You ready to go?”
“Are we getting married?”
For a split second, he looks stunned, then he laughs. “What? I haven’t even asked you yet.”
“I know, but this dress gives me wedding vibes, and we’re matching, and you brought me to the salon, and let’s be honest, would not having asked me yet really even be a factor if you had the idea in your mind?”
He smirks, tightening his grip on me and pulling me in for a kiss. “I guess not.”
“If we are getting married, you shouldn’t ruin my lipstick,” I state, since our faces are dangerously close.
“We’re not getting married. Not tonight, anyway,” he teases, and my tummy fills with butterflies at the mischievous look in his beautiful green eyes. Then he kisses me, and the swarm grows. “Though I do appreciate knowing you’d be up for it.”
I shrug. “I mean, I don’t have anything better to do tonight.”
Landon squeezes my side and makes me laugh, then he pays the stylist while I thank her for staying open for us.
After that, he drives me to the marina.
I know Mom and Hayden are there, so I figure we’re meeting them. I know Landon’s dad owns a yacht here because I had to lure Mom to it over the summer when she tried to break things off with him and he decided to slightly kidnap her so he could change her mind.
“Are you kidnapping me?” I ask Landon, holding his hand as we walk down the dock toward the boats.
“That’s it. You caught me.”
I nod, lightly swinging his hand. “Well, not to be a difficult captive, but I do need to be back by tomorrow evening. I helped organize Fright Fest, and I can’t miss it just because of a little kidnapping.”