Page 5 of Alien Wants A Wife

“Those beasts were never sexy.” Lydia sits on the floor, as there are no chairs in here, and fiddles with the straps of her silver stilettos. “I don’t want to pick between two guys wearing Chewbacca costumes.”

“Me neither.” I sit down next to her, careful not to wrinkle my skirt. Even with her five-inch heels, she’s going to be shorter than me, and for that reason I’ve already chosen a pair of ballet flats. I don’t want to risk towering over the guys.

Happy and charming, I am.

Not too loud or too tall. Certainly not overbearing.

“Aliens wouldn’t be a good look for me, you know?” Lydia says. “I’ve just gotten a bank loan to open my own bakery, and my brand is going to be really wholesome and fitness focused, so I don’t want people thinking of Wookiees when they come in to buy?—”

“Your cookies?”

“Exactly.” And she holds out her hand.

I put the sequins onto her palm so I can focus my attention on my sewing. I’m guessing I have little time for alterations,so I focus on the neckline, wanting to add a little bling to an otherwise fairly plain dress.

“What about you?”

“I’m a fabric designer. I love drawing patterns.” I want to tell her about the collection I had featured in Spotlight last year but strategically shut my mouth. I can’t risk sharing all the best bits about me before we’ve made it onto the set. I’m saving the details of my business for when they’ll make the biggest impact and get the most amount of screen time.

Lydia watches me work for a while. I get the impression there’s something she’s not saying, and when I glance up at her from my sewing, she opens her mouth before closing it again.

Our eyes lock, and I swear for a second I see tears. Then she blinks and looks away.Okay…Careful not to prick her with the sewing needle, I squeeze her outstretched hand, ignoring the sequins trapped between our palms.

Perhaps she’s the same as me, half scared of the fact she can’t remember what happened yesterday. Perhaps she also wants to flop sideways until she’s lying down, her head filled with a headache that’s making the room spin around her.

I don’t ask. “Makeup time?” I say instead. “I’m going to need some serious color correction to hide these bags under my eyes.”

Chapter Three

The LOVE GALAXY Official Fan Chatroom

Private chat | 3 members

F Crew:

Excited, R?

ROAN:

Never felt like this before. What is a word that means ‘excited’ but bigger?

F Crew:

Ecstatic? Elated?

SkyLander:

Oh, yeah! Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Congratulations, Roan.

F Crew:

Exuberant?

SkyLander:

Euphoric?

ROAN:

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