by Terry Towers
Farrah came up behind Katrina and caught her friend's eyes in the mirror.
"Look how it brings out your blue eyes. Add some smoky cat eye make-up and a pair of sexy stilettos and you'll be a knockout. It won't matter what you do for a living, or you're so broke that you can't afford to fix your car. You'll have every man there drooling and every woman green with envy."
"Exactly. I can't even afford to fix my car Farrah, so does it make sense to you for me to spend a hundred bucks on a dress?"
"Like I said, I'll lend you the money for the dress and the car repairs. I haven't maxed my Visa yet."
"But Damon isn't even going to be there anyhow and he's the only person I'd be even remotely interested in seeing."
"How do you know he's not going to be there?"
Katrina flushed, a guilty expression crossing her face. "I kinda snuck into Winnie's office and checked the reservation list."
"Well, he can always confirm at the last minute. Besides, Winnie already approved you the night off, so you have to go or she'll be pissed that you made her change the schedule for nothing. You know what kind of tight-ass she is about changing the schedule."
"Yeah... I suppose..."
A wide smile emerged on Farrah's lips; she knew she had won. "Then it's settled."
"All right. You win. If you'll stop harassing me about it I'll buy the dress and go. But I'm not promising I'll stay for the whole thing. More of a drop in for the dance, see what's going on, and leave. No dinner.
Just the dance."
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 1
