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     motorcycle gloves and blew on her fingers for warmth.
    “Sorry, guys. I forgot,” Jack said coolly, appraising her two friends. In truth, she wasn’t sure why she’d invited Genevieve
     and Jiffy to come with her. It wasn’t as if underwear shopping was exactly a group activity. Of course, back when they were
     thirteen or fourteen, they used to spend hours looking at the underwear displays at Barneys, daring each other to actually
     buy a La Perla bra or Cosabella thong. But now it was real.
    And even more fun than dress-up!
    “Obviously, you’re nervous,” Genevieve said condescendingly as she marched off the elevator and made a beeline for the rows
     of underwear and bras.
    “Thanks,” Jack said shortly, resisting the very immature desire to stick her tongue out at Genevieve’s back. Genevieve had
     lost her virginity to some C-list teen actor a couple weeks ago, when she’d been visiting her director dad in L.A. over Columbus
     Day weekend for the Teen Choice Awards. She was the first of Jack’s friends to have had sex and wouldn’t let the rest of them
     forget it.
    “So you’re really going to do it?” Jiffy asked loudly, stopping by a collection of ugly pink-and-black lace demi-bras.
    “Can I help you ladies?” a saleswoman asked, smoothly stepping in between Jiffy and the display. From her tone of voice, it
     was clear she wanted to kick them upstairs to the Co-op to giggle over Marc Jacobs handbags.
    “No, we’re fine.” Jack stalked over to a collection of soft cashmere pajama pants. They were boring, but at least she’d be
     out of the nosy saleslady’s earshot.
    “Honestly, I think lingerie is passé.” Genevieve sighed loudly as she gestured around the room. “I mean, it’s all coming off
     anyway. You should, like, come to the door just wearing a strategically tied bow. They have these really big gold ones at
     Kate’s Paperie. It’d be so sexy, because he’d be, like, unwrapping you.”
    Jack glared at her friend.
Unwrapping
her? Was she serious?
    She wandered over to a round, glass-covered display table and fingered a light blue bra and panty set. It was cute, but did
     it look too much like a bikini? She closed her eyes and tried to imagine her and J.P. finally doing it. She would play music,
     maybe something jazzy and Nina Simone–esque. And maybe she’d light candles, or set up some low, figure-flattering lighting.
     Strawberries and champagne were a must. But should she go slutty or girly? Cover up or show it all? Why was this so
hard
?
    Jiffy sidled up to her, carrying an ugly peach-colored camisole on a light pink padded hanger. “You should wear this, with
     just your pointe shoes. Doesn’t every guy have a ballerina fantasy?” she asked eagerly.
    “That’s gross,” Jack said shortly. At this point, she’d rather have gone shopping with the stepbrats than with her friends.
     “Look, I’ll meet you and Gen somewhere. I just need to concentrate.”
    “I thought you wanted us to come with you.” Hurt registered in Jiffy’s pert, freckly face.
    “Jif, let’s go.” Genevieve called from across the room, causing the saleslady to glare angrily at her. “If Jack doesn’t need
     our help, she doesn’t need it. Besides, J.P.’s the only one who matters. And he’ll love it. After all, you’re having
sex
with him!” she called over her shoulder, just to piss Jack off.
    “Shut up!” Jack hissed, feeling her face turn bright red. She didn’t usually get embarrassed, but she was in her favorite
     department store, surrounded by her two immature friends screaming about sex.
    Just then, a group of loud, chattering girls burst into the otherwise quiet corner of the floor.
    “It’s her hen party!” one of the girls exclaimed in a burry Scottish accent, gesturing to a tall, curly-haired girl with bad
     skin. “We want her to get all tarted up, then we’re going to Marquee!” she added, pleased to share her news with anyone who
     would listen. Jiffy