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career, Leanna laughed and then insisted, “You could, you know. Well obviously, you don’t know. But I’m telling you, you could.”
Marissa considered the other girl’s lithe figure before dubiously turning to the mirror.
Leanna swilled the last sip around the glass as she elaborated, “Things have taken a turn the last couple of years. They are looking for beauty that is also real. I’ve been forced a few times to gain weight.”
That remark stung. Marissa smoothed at the satiny eggplant colored fabric while viewing her waist in the mirror with a critical eye. So far, she had only seen genuine niceness in the other woman, so she quickly discarded the possibility that Leanna was being catty.
“Jack’s aunt recruited me into the industry. That is how we met. Jack and I. Through his aunt.”
Reaching for the next dress, Marissa wondered whether the wine had loosened Leanna’s tongue or whether this monologue was an extension of a chatty personality.
“Jack’s aunt is a model?” Marissa asked, turning the hanger as she contemplated whether to try another dress.
“Was. Now she is a buyer, or something, for Victoria,” Leanna abbreviated the label she worked for. Discarding her empty glass, she went on, “Candace, that’s his aunt, and I had Pilates together. Years ago. She got me a modeling gig.”
This information was disconcerting. Not only were Jack and Leanna Miranda ‘friends,’ but also they had a family friend connection.
For the dozenth time today, she assessed the svelte woman’s many attributes. For the dozenth time this week, she imagined that beautiful body locked in Jack’s most intimate embrace. For the dozenth time, period, she forceclosed that noxious image.
“And now, I have to visit the little girl’s room!” Hopping up again, Leanna took a step toward the open door, and Marissa spoke out stopping her.
“Leanna! Wait!”
“Not Leanna.” Pivoting back to face the room, the other woman corrected with a smile, “Randi.”
So, Randi wasn’t a nickname exclusive to Jack.
The knowledge worked to thaw Marissa’s cold shoulder another degree or two, and she actually curved a genuine smile while striking a pose. “What do you think? This is the one right?”
CHAPTER 9
FULLY TAKING IN the current dress, Randi curved an agreeing grin and then moved closer to examine the fit.
In some crazy tint between black and red, the hue complimented Marissa’s coloring as beautifully as, or better than, black. Satiny fabric felt like a second skin to the touch and shimmered in the lighting. Delicate crocheted black lace kept the revealed cleavage from being indecent.
Happy with the choice, she was about to remove the dress but stilled in confusion when Randi shook her head and summoned Gigi.
As if she were a manikin modeling the dress, the two of them orbited with fabric measuring tape. Colluding on the length, they decided it should fall three inches shorter. Miranda also pinched at the bustline, and Marissa uneasily sucked and held the air into her lungs as the pins were pushed into place.
“Can you have it done in two hours?” Randi inquired of Gigi, but her voice was firm and no-nonsense indicating an expectation rather than a request.
The girl congenially bobbed her head. “Of course, Ms. Gavin.”
The entire altercation and alteration procedure left Marissa stunned but not near as stunned as the charge ticket she signed before leaving the store.
Randi donned shades against the bright day, and Marissa wished she could do the same. Her sunglasses had gone missing sometime the previous day during their lengthy cross-country trip. In addition to going blind from the glare of the sun off glass and concrete, she was starving. Unfortunately, she saw no food as they walked several shops down to their next destination.
Randi was well received at the day spa, and after being introduced to Marissa the professionals pandered over her with equal zeal.
After a massage, a
Marissa considered the other girl’s lithe figure before dubiously turning to the mirror.
Leanna swilled the last sip around the glass as she elaborated, “Things have taken a turn the last couple of years. They are looking for beauty that is also real. I’ve been forced a few times to gain weight.”
That remark stung. Marissa smoothed at the satiny eggplant colored fabric while viewing her waist in the mirror with a critical eye. So far, she had only seen genuine niceness in the other woman, so she quickly discarded the possibility that Leanna was being catty.
“Jack’s aunt recruited me into the industry. That is how we met. Jack and I. Through his aunt.”
Reaching for the next dress, Marissa wondered whether the wine had loosened Leanna’s tongue or whether this monologue was an extension of a chatty personality.
“Jack’s aunt is a model?” Marissa asked, turning the hanger as she contemplated whether to try another dress.
“Was. Now she is a buyer, or something, for Victoria,” Leanna abbreviated the label she worked for. Discarding her empty glass, she went on, “Candace, that’s his aunt, and I had Pilates together. Years ago. She got me a modeling gig.”
This information was disconcerting. Not only were Jack and Leanna Miranda ‘friends,’ but also they had a family friend connection.
For the dozenth time today, she assessed the svelte woman’s many attributes. For the dozenth time this week, she imagined that beautiful body locked in Jack’s most intimate embrace. For the dozenth time, period, she forceclosed that noxious image.
“And now, I have to visit the little girl’s room!” Hopping up again, Leanna took a step toward the open door, and Marissa spoke out stopping her.
“Leanna! Wait!”
“Not Leanna.” Pivoting back to face the room, the other woman corrected with a smile, “Randi.”
So, Randi wasn’t a nickname exclusive to Jack.
The knowledge worked to thaw Marissa’s cold shoulder another degree or two, and she actually curved a genuine smile while striking a pose. “What do you think? This is the one right?”
CHAPTER 9
FULLY TAKING IN the current dress, Randi curved an agreeing grin and then moved closer to examine the fit.
In some crazy tint between black and red, the hue complimented Marissa’s coloring as beautifully as, or better than, black. Satiny fabric felt like a second skin to the touch and shimmered in the lighting. Delicate crocheted black lace kept the revealed cleavage from being indecent.
Happy with the choice, she was about to remove the dress but stilled in confusion when Randi shook her head and summoned Gigi.
As if she were a manikin modeling the dress, the two of them orbited with fabric measuring tape. Colluding on the length, they decided it should fall three inches shorter. Miranda also pinched at the bustline, and Marissa uneasily sucked and held the air into her lungs as the pins were pushed into place.
“Can you have it done in two hours?” Randi inquired of Gigi, but her voice was firm and no-nonsense indicating an expectation rather than a request.
The girl congenially bobbed her head. “Of course, Ms. Gavin.”
The entire altercation and alteration procedure left Marissa stunned but not near as stunned as the charge ticket she signed before leaving the store.
Randi donned shades against the bright day, and Marissa wished she could do the same. Her sunglasses had gone missing sometime the previous day during their lengthy cross-country trip. In addition to going blind from the glare of the sun off glass and concrete, she was starving. Unfortunately, she saw no food as they walked several shops down to their next destination.
Randi was well received at the day spa, and after being introduced to Marissa the professionals pandered over her with equal zeal.
After a massage, a
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