Page 46 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“Have you seen those black strappy heels?” Sienna asked. At five foot ten, Sienna didn’t need the height.But I could use the confidence.

“Whatare you wearing?”

Whipping her head around to face Grace, Sienna chewed on the inside of her cheek and looked down at the form fitting, black velvet dress. She tugged the long sleeves down. “That bad? Too low cut?”

Grace pursed her lips together in thought. “You’re not a cool mom—”

“I don’t need theMean Girls—”

“You’re ahotmom.” Grace folded her arms across her chest. “But won’t this dress be a waste at Maloney’s? I mean, that Dylan guy wears flannel shirts and work boots.” Grace sat on the bed. “That dress deserves a guy in a suit.”

“What do you know about Dylan?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Did you really think last year I believed he just stopped by for pancakes at seven in the morning? I had chemo brain, not naive brain.”

“I’m not seeing Dylan tonight.” Sienna turned and stuck her hand deeper into the closet. “Just dinner with a friend.”

A friend who makes my heart race, my brain foggy, and my thighs clench together.

“That isn’t a dress for a friend, either.”

“Have you seen my shoes?” Sienna asked with a huff. She could hear Grace rise from the bed and leave the room, only to come back a moment later, dropping something on the floor. “These don’t even fit you,” Sienna said, finding the heels.

Grace shrugged. “I’m practicing.”

“For what?”

“Prom. I think Justin is going to ask me.” She twirled the ends of her wig.

Prom, Sienna sighed. Brookwood was such a small town that the annual dance was for all high school students—including freshman like Grace.

Sienna grabbed the shoes. “You have a few months.” She slipped the strap into the buckle. “I put a lasagna in the oven. I told Henry—”

“So, this friend,” Grace began, “does it happen to be Beau Walker?”

Sienna’s eyes pierced her daughter’s. “What doyouknow about Beau Walker?”

“Lots of things. He’s six four, two hundred and twenty-five pounds. A Scorpio. Used to be the—”

“Do me a favor and go check on that lasagna,” Sienna said, motioning at the door. She stood, tugging down the dress, and moved to the mirror beside the closet.Acceptable. Appropriate. Kind of. Maybe a little short.She still didn’t know where Beau was planning to take her.

“Mom?”

Sienna held her own gaze in the mirror. “I’m having dinner with Beau Walker.”

“Shut up.” There was an excited curiosity in her daughter’s eyes Sienna could practically feel through the reflection. “For real?”

“For very real.”

“Beau Walker. Like‘oh, he wasn’t ever my boyfriend,’wide receiver Beau Walker?”

“The one and only.”

A gasp came from her daughter. “No way,” she whispered.

Sienna raised an eyebrow at her daughter through the mirror. “Is it really so hard to believe?”

“Huh?” Grace asked her mom. “No, it’s not that. Henry!” she squealed, dashing from the room. “Henry! You’renevergoing to believe it!”

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