Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“What’s going on?”
“You’re about to do a ‘promposal’ and ask me to prom.”
“I was actually hoping to talk to you about that…”
“What about it?”
“He’s here! He’s here!” A woman I’ve never seen before steps behind the breakfast bar. “Let’s hurry up and get this ready before the sun gets too much higher, people!”
Strangers in t-shirts come out of nowhere and walk past us.
I hold back a sigh, waiting until the last person is gone.
“I was thinking we could go to prom alone, Tully.”
“What?” She steps closer. “What do you mean, alone?”
“That we don’t have to go as a couple,” I say. “We can still dance there and hangout since we’re up for king and queen, but we don’t have to do any insane planning or work on any social media projects because—”
“You’d rather go with someone else?” She finishes my sentence for me. “Who?”
Your sister. “We need to talk in private.”
“I agree.” She crosses her arms. “Let’s start with the obvious. Are you breaking up with me?”
“No.”
“Why are you my boyfriend?”
“Because I’ve signed a few contracts with you and they don’t end until our second semester of college.”
“Oh, be still my beating heart.” She rolls her eyes. “You don’t like me anymore?”
“I do like you, Tully. But as more of a —”
“Why aren’t we getting ready, Easton and Tully?” A guy wearing a “Proposal, Inc.” shirt steps into the kitchen. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” we say in unison.
“Easton was just being the ultimate professional in saying that he hadn’t technically signed off on today’s event,” Tully says.
“Only because your girlfriend signed first and said you would be totally onboard.” He flips through a stack of folders and clicks a pen. “We were discussing the idea of you wearing one of our special boutonnieres to match with her upcoming dress, and she mentioned that you hadn’t asked her out to prom yet.”
Because I wasn’t planning to…
“So, I figured, why don’t we help in that department and do a sponsored video about our actual prom services instead of a single prom night photo, you know?”
I don’t say a word.
I just glare at Tully.
“Here you are, Mr. Easton.” The guy flips to the last page, where my signature should go. “The total payment has increased a bit as well. We agreed on seven thousand dollars each.”
“This is only for today’s shoot and doesn’t include anything on prom night, correct?” I ask.
“Um….Correct.” He looks confused. “I mean, we’re assuming you two will go together, so depending on how well this does, we may consider a second sponsored video for that.”
“Let’s just get this out of the way.” I take the pen from him and sign my name. “I only have an hour for this.”
I take the wardrobe bag upstairs, in hopes of catching Scarlett, but she’s no longer in her room. Instead, there’s a post-it note on her door.
Mom:
Ran off to get early morning donuts and coffee with Kevin. Will be back.
I left the KTP contract for you & Tully on the coffee table in the living room.
Fuck.
I change into the tuxedo and return downstairs.
As I’m heading toward my car to get my phone, a woman grabs my hand and leads me to the Mustang.
Tully is dressed in her cheerleader uniform, looking far too thrilled about this.
“Can we get a few kisses with you and Tully in the front seat?” The photographer asks.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes, but I lean forward and oblige.
For far too long, they make us pose in front of the car, and then I get on one knee and ask her to prom, conveniently in time for her cheer squad and my teammates to arrive.
It’s not until the end of the shoot that I notice Scarlett staring at us in tears from the sidewalk.
19.5
ME
I thought he’d alluded to wanting to go to the prom with me…
I know I’m being illogical, but seeing Easton ask her to prom in such an elaborate way hurts like hell.
I ask my mom if I can spend the next several weeknights at Kevin’s house, and I block Easton’s calls and texts.
20
ME
Dear Ella Masters,
Thank you for nominating me to take your spot for consideration in England. I know it was you.
Wish I Would’ve Told You,
—Scarlett
Tully
Meet me at Whimstery Cafe around 7ish. Girls night!
You sent this to the wrong person.
Tully
No, I didn’t. I want you to come hang out with me.
Why?
Tully
Because I love you and want to spend time with my sister.
Bullshit.
Tully
Okay, fine. I need some candid pics of us hanging out in their cafe for the brand deal. I got you a sexy date for afterwards. *wink wink* Thank me later.
The cafe is full of college students, but Tully and I fit in perfectly. She’s wearing black and grey like me, and while her lips are stained in a bright purple, mine are colored with a bright red.