Page 145 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“We don’t get to spend much time together.” I close my eyes for her to blend shadow onto my lids. “It’s fun to do girly things with you.”
“It’ll all be worth it when you’re a surgeon.”
“This is true,” she agrees with a laugh. “But then it’ll be just as hard to spend time with you.”
She finishes my makeup and removes my hair from the rollers.
“Babe?” Jasper’s voice echoes on the other side of the closed door. “We’ve gotta go.”
“We’re almost done,” she calls back. To me, she asks, “Do you want your hair up or down?”
“Either is fine.”
She chooses to leave it down, probably because we have no time left if we want to make it in time for the reservation.
We grab our heels and slip them on. She passes me my purse I packed up earlier.
When we exit the room, we find the guys chatting in the kitchen and Roe watching a movie.
“Look at you in your pretty dress.” I bend and kiss the top of her head.
“Ew, Mom. You’re gonna get lipstick on my hair.” She wipes madly at the top of her head.
“Stop trying to wipe my love away,” I tease.
Turning to Jameson, my heart does a little jolt. He looks incredibly handsome in a pair of black slacks and a white button down. His dark hair is still slightly damp from his shower. Loose curls rest against his forehead.
“Hey, handsome,” I tease.
“You look beautiful.” He wraps an arm around my waist. “I’ve never seen this dress before.”
“It was buried deep in the closet. A relic Willa found when she looked.”
He chuckles, amusement twinkling in his eyes. There’s something else there, too, that I can’t seem to pinpoint.
“Is everyone ready?” Jae asks, looking around for affirmative nods.
Since Jameson has an SUV, we all go in that together, so we don’t have to split off. It’s a busy weekend, so by the time we make it to the pier, parking is a nightmare. After circling a few times, Jameson opts to park in one of the nearby garages. I’m not looking forward to the trek to the restaurant in heels, but I’ll survive.
Jameson and I end up walking behind my sister and Jasper. Monroe is between them, holding each of their hands. She loves when she gets to see her aunt and uncle.
“I feel like there’s some special occasion happening I don’t know about,” I muse as we go.
Jameson chuckles, his fingers flexing slightly against my waist. “Can’t your parents want to have a nice meal with everyone in town?”
“Yeah, of course, but…” I trail off, not sure how to complete my thought.
“Grandma! Grandpa!” Roe runs straight for my parents when she spots them waiting outside the restaurant on a bench.
The pier is busy but considering we’re a few weeks from true summer it could be worse.
My dad checks us in for our reservation and I look around, taking in the elegant coastal décor. I’ve never eaten here since it’s a bit pricey, so I figure I should take it all in and enjoy it since this is a treat that won’t be happening again anytime soon.
We’re led to an outdoor space that’s shockingly private, the deck is closed off on two sides, only open to the restaurant and the ocean.
“Oh, wow. Look at this view,” I gasp, heading to the railing. I’ve lived here all my life, and you’d think I’d be sick of this place, but I’m not. I love Santa Monica. “This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen.” The sky is alight with shades of pink, orange, and lavender.
“Harlow?”
