Page 100 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Grace sank down beside her. “Actually, setting this up for Brett has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I love the cast in this play. They’re less divaish than most. And I got to do some creative things this time around. Brett was worried about how long Adeline could sit still, so we modified the show and rewrote the end of the first half to seem like the end of the entire play in case she fizzled out early. If she’s doing well and enjoying it, we’ll do the second half.”
“You’re amazing, you know that? Adeline’s excited, and I have to say, Brett is, too. He’s nervous about it all coming together. You’d think he was the one doing your job. But I guess that’s to be expected since he hasn’t been to a show in so long and he really wants it to be special for Adeline. We’ve had dinner with Carson and Tawny four times in the last two weeks, and she was so excited, playing the piano and showing us her new dress.” She stood and walked down the aisle and back in the heels. She stopped in front of Grace and said, “What do you think?”
“I think we’d better buy you new lingerie, too, because those heels say forget waiting until we get home; take me at intermission.”
“Perfect.”
They bought the heels and went in search of a dress to match, weeding through racks of dresses that were either too fancy, too professional, or too sleazy. When they left the third store, Sophie said, “We’re never going to find one. Maybe I should save the heels for another event and look for a pair of heels to go with the dress I have instead.”
“Absolutely not.” Grace pulled her toward a lingerie store. “We just need to change directions a little. Lingerie, lunch, more dress shopping.”
Sophie looped her arm with Grace’s and said, “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Enough that you didn’t blow me off today,” Grace teased.
“I love you so much that when I spoke to Nana last night I told her that you needed some matchmaking.” Sophie laughed at Grace’s deadpan stare as they entered the lingerie shop.
“I’m making a mental note not to be available for their next anniversary party.” Grace went directly to a display of thongs. “Pick your poison, baby.”
Sophie picked up a beige thong and said, “Who needs underwear?”
“Ew. You’re wearing a dress. You need underwear. At least butt floss. But you’d better buy two, because once your man realizes you’re wearing a thong and those heels he’ll have you wet and wild on the ride over.” She handed Sophie another thong and headed for the bras.
“You’re such a good friend. You mother me when I want to be a tramp.”
“I’m not sure what kind of mother would convince you to buy fuck-me heels and a thong.”
Their gazes met and they both said, “Nana,” then burst out laughing.
Two thongs and two bras later, they had lunch at a café and caught up on all the things they hadn’t discussed over text during the week. Then they hit the pavement again in search of a dress. After going through several shops, trying on at least ten dresses and coming out empty-handed, Sophie was ready to give up.
“We live in the fashion hub of the United States. Finding a dress should not be this hard.”
“At least you can fit in all the dresses you try on. I’ve got nasty cramps, and I swear I’m carrying at least seven pounds of water weight right now.”
“Oh please, you look great.” They went into another store, and as Sophie fished through a rack of dresses, she tried to remember when she’d last had her period. The Indian restaurant! She’d had wicked cramps that night and had tried to back out of going.
“How about this one?” Grace held up a beautiful dress almost the exact same color as the heels Sophie had bought. “It’s sleeveless, but your man will keep you hot.”
Sophie was hot now, sweating over how long it had been since she’d had her period, although she’d never been very regular. She told herself not to panic and said, “That’s perfect.”
They searched the rack for her size, and Sophie asked, “Do you remember when we had dinner at that Indian restaurant?”
