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brighter colors. Dropping her hand, she nevertheless noted the location of the black for future reference. Jack liked her in black.
The color spectrum of these dresses seemed all hued from black, white, and red. When Leanna held up a deep pink, Marissa vigorously shook her head.
Gigi was soon back, bearing a bucket of chilled wine and two frosty glasses. Leanna graciously thanked the girl and poured two glasses extending one Marissa’s way. When Gigi held up a dress for perusal, Leanna wrinkled her nose and winked asking, “So where is Jeannette today?”
“I will be glad to call her.” Nervously, the girl chose another dress and sent a furtive look to Leanna, then Marissa.
Depositing her glass on the table, Marissa asked, “Where is the dressing room?”
Gigi led the way and insisted on carrying the selections in. To Marissa’s surprise, Leanna trailed her into the lush room and perched on a settee with her wineglass.
Marissa considered asking her to leave, but the atmosphere was already weird enough. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was not used to company while trying on clothing. Olivia was forever peeking over, or opening the door of the tiny dressing rooms in the stores they inhabited. How she wished her missed friend was here, instead of Leanna.
Maybe being a lingerie model made the other woman less inhibited. Maybe Leanna’s interest included women as well as men? Trying not to stare, Marissa rolled her jeans and shirt into a semi tidy mass and used the mirror to covertly observe Leanna’s eyes blatantly moving over her bared skin. Maybe this was just how it was in LA.
Stepping into the lacey black dress, she sneaked another look and found the other woman on the move, closing in to pull together the zipper. Standing back, Leanna’s face filled with awe, and the same expression flooded her words.
“I know I said no black, but you rock that dress!”
Mariss you are so rockin’ that dress. Jack’s words came to mind in response to another black dress. Shaking the sweet memories, Marissa pirouetted, scrutinizing her reflection.
“Why no black?”
“It’s a drop party, babe. Not a funeral! But you are obviously authorized for black!” Leanna retreated to her observation seat and her wine.
“So, is black frowned upon or just not worn often?” Marissa smoothed the flyaways in her hair as she once more admired the smooth shine of Leanna’s hair.
“Just rarely worn. Except by the guys.”
“How many will be there?”
“Guys?” Leanna asked with a goofy raise of one brow. “Many, I hope.”
“Total…” Marissa laughed with Leanna and again eyed the mirror reluctantly conceding against black.
“Five-hundred? Give or take a hundred.” Leanna paused with her glass mid-sip as she pondered. “But they trickle in and out.” Tipping her stem, the other woman swigged the contents of the glass. The carefree attitude vanished with a poof, and Leanna reassured, “Don’t be spooked! Everyone, for the most part, at these things is cool. Can’t say the same for some of the other raves, but drop parties are the best!”
Announcing the need for more wine, Leanna sprinted out without bothering to close the door. They were the only ones in the boutique, so Marissa quelled the nerdish urge to push it all the way shut, and contorted enough to unzip the dress. Leanna was back, carrying the bottle and two more dresses while Marissa was indisposed between the first dress and the next.
Leanna’s eyes skimmed over Marissa again, and this time when she helped zip, she asked, “You ever think of modeling lingerie?”
“Never,” Marissa firmly returned and coughed out a short laugh. She sobered when Leanna appeared hurt. At first, Marissa was confused, then realized the misunderstanding and hastened to correct her words. “I mean, first, I would have to have the body. Next, an agent would need to look in the grocery store to recruit me.”
Quickly grasping that Marissa hadn’t disparaged the
The color spectrum of these dresses seemed all hued from black, white, and red. When Leanna held up a deep pink, Marissa vigorously shook her head.
Gigi was soon back, bearing a bucket of chilled wine and two frosty glasses. Leanna graciously thanked the girl and poured two glasses extending one Marissa’s way. When Gigi held up a dress for perusal, Leanna wrinkled her nose and winked asking, “So where is Jeannette today?”
“I will be glad to call her.” Nervously, the girl chose another dress and sent a furtive look to Leanna, then Marissa.
Depositing her glass on the table, Marissa asked, “Where is the dressing room?”
Gigi led the way and insisted on carrying the selections in. To Marissa’s surprise, Leanna trailed her into the lush room and perched on a settee with her wineglass.
Marissa considered asking her to leave, but the atmosphere was already weird enough. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was not used to company while trying on clothing. Olivia was forever peeking over, or opening the door of the tiny dressing rooms in the stores they inhabited. How she wished her missed friend was here, instead of Leanna.
Maybe being a lingerie model made the other woman less inhibited. Maybe Leanna’s interest included women as well as men? Trying not to stare, Marissa rolled her jeans and shirt into a semi tidy mass and used the mirror to covertly observe Leanna’s eyes blatantly moving over her bared skin. Maybe this was just how it was in LA.
Stepping into the lacey black dress, she sneaked another look and found the other woman on the move, closing in to pull together the zipper. Standing back, Leanna’s face filled with awe, and the same expression flooded her words.
“I know I said no black, but you rock that dress!”
Mariss you are so rockin’ that dress. Jack’s words came to mind in response to another black dress. Shaking the sweet memories, Marissa pirouetted, scrutinizing her reflection.
“Why no black?”
“It’s a drop party, babe. Not a funeral! But you are obviously authorized for black!” Leanna retreated to her observation seat and her wine.
“So, is black frowned upon or just not worn often?” Marissa smoothed the flyaways in her hair as she once more admired the smooth shine of Leanna’s hair.
“Just rarely worn. Except by the guys.”
“How many will be there?”
“Guys?” Leanna asked with a goofy raise of one brow. “Many, I hope.”
“Total…” Marissa laughed with Leanna and again eyed the mirror reluctantly conceding against black.
“Five-hundred? Give or take a hundred.” Leanna paused with her glass mid-sip as she pondered. “But they trickle in and out.” Tipping her stem, the other woman swigged the contents of the glass. The carefree attitude vanished with a poof, and Leanna reassured, “Don’t be spooked! Everyone, for the most part, at these things is cool. Can’t say the same for some of the other raves, but drop parties are the best!”
Announcing the need for more wine, Leanna sprinted out without bothering to close the door. They were the only ones in the boutique, so Marissa quelled the nerdish urge to push it all the way shut, and contorted enough to unzip the dress. Leanna was back, carrying the bottle and two more dresses while Marissa was indisposed between the first dress and the next.
Leanna’s eyes skimmed over Marissa again, and this time when she helped zip, she asked, “You ever think of modeling lingerie?”
“Never,” Marissa firmly returned and coughed out a short laugh. She sobered when Leanna appeared hurt. At first, Marissa was confused, then realized the misunderstanding and hastened to correct her words. “I mean, first, I would have to have the body. Next, an agent would need to look in the grocery store to recruit me.”
Quickly grasping that Marissa hadn’t disparaged the
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