Gwen picked up the canvas shopping bag sitting beside her and dumped it out.“Got you covered.”
Bailey’s eyes widened.“What’d you do, buy out the drugstore?”
“Drugstore, hell.This is quality shit.”Sifting through the pile of masks, lotions, serums, creams, and bottles, Gwen held up two packages.“You wanna suck bad stuff out or pump good stuff in?”
“Gimme the good stuff.”
Gwen tossed her a mask, then scooped up the remote.“If we’re not going to watch baseball, then I’m picking a movie.”
“Something fun,” Bailey ordered, reading the instructions on the package.“Nothing dreary or depressing.”
“There’s a documentary—”
“No documentaries,” Chloe and Bailey said at the same time.
“But it’s about an amusement park in New Jersey in the ’80s.”
“No,” Bailey said.
“It’s calledClass Action Parkbecause it was completely unregulated and dangerous,” Gwen wheedled.
“No,” Chloe said firmly.
“Fine.”Gwen handed her the remote and flopped back against the pillows in a pout.“You pick, then.”
“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Chloe said.“I want to hear Bailey’s birthday wish.”
Busy smoothing the thin sheet of the mask over her face, Bailey shook her head.“It’s not midnight yet.”
“Technically, you don’thaveto wait until midnight,” Gwen pointed out.“Chloe just did that because she was paranoid.”
“I wasn’t paranoid.I was superstitious.”
“What’s the difference?”
Chloe thought for a moment.“Paranoia is irrational.Superstition is quirky.”
Gwen rolled her eyes.
“Shut up,” Chloe said and turned back to Bailey.“Well?”
Bailey continued smoothing.“I want cake first.”
“Cake?”Gwen echoed.
“Yeah.Vanilla cake,” Bailey elaborated.“With lots of frosting.And champagne.”
Gwen looked at Chloe.“Who’s calling room service?”
“Not it,” Chloe said.
“I’m the birthday girl.”Mask in place, Bailey stretched out on the plush king-sized bed to wiggle into the pillows.
“Fine, fine.”Holding her robe together with one hand, Gwen slid off the bed.“Cake and champagne.Anything else?”
“I’ll take a club sandwich and fries,” Chloe said.
“Oysters,” Bailey added from her pile of pillows.“Two dozen, with lemons and hot sauce.”