She chuckles. “I’m comfortable. This outfit is cotton and stretchy.”
I point down at her four-inch stilettos. “You’re in heels.”
She leans in close, like we’re co-conspirators. “Truth be told, I just bought this, and I had to wear it the first second I could because I’m in love with it.”
I attempt to widen my smile. “I can’t blame you. You’re absolutely stunning.”
Before she can respond, Hope comes out of her room. She’s also dressed to the nines in a black pencil skirt with a wide waistband and an off-the-shoulder white, capped-sleeve top. She looks like the wordsva va voomshould follow as she passes. She has one of those exaggerated hourglass shapes that makes men’s eyes roll back in their heads.
Payton cocks a brow and grins. “I see you.”
Hope smooths her skirt down. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Uh-huh, sure you don’t,” her sister says.
Completely deadpan, Hope stares Payton down. “I can assure you, I do not.”
Payton chuckles. “Well, don’t worry. As usual, your strategy is flawless. He won’t know what hit him.”
I have no clue what they’re talking about. Every time I see the three sisters together, with their easy affection and shorthand communication, I feel a stab of envy. Sisters seem to share a secret bond that connects them. As the lone girl with two brothers, I’ve always felt the odd man out.
Hope brushes her hair off her shoulder. “Good.”
Next Jillian emerges, and she’s wearing a slinky sundress that somehow manages to look both innocent and seductive at the same time.
For God’s sake, they all look like they’re dressed to go out on the town. What is wrong with them? Do they not realize this is Toulon?
I shake my head. “Are we going to a club I don’t know about?”
Jillian saunters over, all dark hair and exotic eyes. “Do you guys even have a club in this town?”
“No, we do not.” Every time one of them steps out into the hallway, it’s like another layer of dirt appears on my skin. I’m hyperaware of my dusty clothes, haphazard bun, and makeup-less face. “Is there a dress code memo I missed?”
Jillian shakes her head. “Nope. It’s Friday.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
She laughs. “It means we glam out.”
“I had no idea.”
Jillian shrugs. “I didn’t really think about it. This is what Leo wanted, and this is what he got.”
Payton laughs. “Does he always pick out your clothes?”
“Not always, but when he’s in the mood… He’s in the mood.”
Payton appraises her. “Well, you look like a slutty virgin.”
Jillian laughs, putting her hand on her stomach. “I know, right?”
Well, now instead of a quick shower, I’ve got to go through the energy of getting ready. I can’t let Caden see me, surrounded by goddesses, in jeans and a tank top.
I gesture toward my room. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to jump in the shower. It’s been a long day.”
They all smile, and I take my escape, entering my bedroom suite and heading straight to the closet.
Now what?