Page 209 of Damaged Mogul
And why the hell do we have to kill the music on her account? That was a great song.
Gage parts the crowd of friends on his way to the door.
I stretch my neck.
Even in my high heels, I have to stand on my tippytoes and move my head left to right to see what’s going on.
A familiar brunette sporting a slick side-parted nape bob steps into the room.
I gasp, my hands flying to my face to cover my mouth.
I blink a few times to make sure my mind isn’t playing tricks on me.
My best friend runs towards me.
It’s not a mirage.
I shake out of my stupor and run towards her.
We jump into each other’s arm, both of us crying.
We sway side to side, hugging the hell out of each other.
I pull away from her. “Nads, what are you doing here?” Tears stream down my face.
As if she was my personal assistant for the day, Mikki hands us tissues.
“Thank you.”
“What are friends for?”
Her reply touches my heart.
I blow her kisses.
She blows them back.
Nadine and I wipe away our tears, giggling like silly girls.
I’m not sure why I bothered going to the bathroom to fix my face. My mascara is running again.
“Nadine Whelan, are you going to put me out of my misery and tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”
“I was told someone was celebrating being twenty-one again.” She winks. “I had to be here.”
“Yeee!” I squeal and take her in my arms for another round of hugs.
I let her go.
She gives me a onceover. “That dress is stunning on you.”
I give her a twirl.
“It’s so Hollywood,” she says.
“I know, right? You look fabulous, as always.”
“With my demure dress, I don’t fit into the LA fashion scene.”
