Lucy held up a pair of flashy earrings that sparkled blue one moment, then green with the slightest change of light.
“They’re not clip-ons,” Adrienne stated the obvious. She’d never had her ears pierced.
“No woman should go through life without being pierced,” Rosie insisted.
Adrienne’s hands protectively clutched her earlobes.
“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. She expected to feel pain before the day was over, but this wasn’t what she had in mind. “My ears are just fine without holes in them.”
“Just think of all the accessorizing you’ll be able to do,” Lucy reminded.
“What if they got infected and swell up tonight?” she asked hopeful of swaying them.
“I’ve an idea,” Sheila grinned. “You could have your navel pierced instead. Then no one would notice if you got infected.”
“There’s that girl in legal who pierced her…” Lucy added.
Adrienne’s hands fell.
“Earrings sound wonderful, but seriously, let’s go find clip-ons.”
After they arrived at the Appleton Spa, it didn’t take Adrienne long to relax. She felt like a new woman after the massage and seaweed wrap. It had been too long since she’d pampered herself.
Adrienne exited the shower room thinking of how wonderful today had been, only to stop short at the sight of her three smiling friends waiting in the lobby. Rubbing their hands together. Seems they’d made some other arrangements for her, too. A facial. A manicure. And a hair appointment.
“Come on. I know you’re ready for this. I’ve seen it in your eyes for weeks, and tonight’s the magic night.” Sheila homed in on the longings lurking beneath the surface.
Sheila was right. She did want to go all out. Tonight she was going to stretch her wings and fly.
Or go down flapping furiously.
Tonight Chase would know everything and she wanted him to see her as a woman--an available, attractive woman. Adrienne put herself into the hands of her friends.
Later, she stared at the image in the mirror with shoulder length hair shaped to frame her face in gentle disarray. New soft highlights glimmered with her every movement. She hadn’t gone back to her natural blond, but the highlights would help blend as her hair grew out. Her eyebrows were arched high, freshly plucked and waxed to feminine perfection. Her face had been clay-packed and creamed to silky smoothness.
“Now for the make-up.” The cosmetologist set a tray of bottles and tubes on her workstation.
“Tonight, you’re going for glamorous,” Rosie insisted.
“Make-up can’t make me glamorous,” Adrienne denied.
“We’ll see.” Sheila gave her a sly look as she guided her to where the cosmetologist waited.
The woman rubbed her eager hands together. “Just lay back and relax. You’ve been pleased with the results so far?”
Adrienne nodded cautiously. She wasn’t sure she wanted Sheila directing her make-up application.
“What are you wearing to this party tonight so we can match shades?” The artist asked as she expertly applied make-up to Adrienne’s face. All three of her friends oohed and aahed, each feeling it necessary to make suggestions.
“A little more liner.”
“A shade darker lipstick.”
“Can you add just a little more blush?”
Adrienne stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, turning slowly to admire herself from all angles. The blue-green shimmer of the party dress matched her eyes perfectly and sent out sparks of light with her every move. The dress fit snugly at the top, attached to her chest only by thin spaghetti straps. The skirt fell to several inches above her knee. The material flared so that when she turned, the hem swished enticingly.
Was it the dress or the thought of Chase seeing her in it that had her feeling so sexy?
“Ready to go?” Sheila stood in the doorway and smiled.
Adrienne turned to her roommate with
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