Page 66 of Tempting the Player
God, she hated that woman with a passion.
“Bridget?” Shell’s voice intruded. “Are you okay?”
Her mouth opened, and she so badly wanted to tell Shell the truth, but how could she? It wasn’t like Shell didn’t know she’d gotten in trouble over the student loans, but how could she tell anyone that everything that had been between her and Chad had been completely faked?
Except the passion—she was pretty sure that was real.
She forced a smile. “You don’t think this dress is too much?”
Shell barked out a short laugh. “Okay. Something is definitely wrong with you if you’re asking if any piece of clothing is too much. This is actually pretty tame for you.”
It was. With black beading over the heart-shaped bodice, it was nothing like the flamboyant style she usually relied on.
“You look great, Bridget.”
“Thank you.” Bridget left the bathroom and took a deep breath. “I guess I’m just feeling tired.”
Shell nodded. “Well, you better pep up because you need to enjoy yourself. Seriously. You and Chad are like a Cinderella story.”
Bridget laughed at that. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Whatever. It’s totally—” A knock on her front door cut off her words. She let out a low squeal and spun toward the entrance before Bridget could blink.
Her friend threw open the door. “Hellloooo…”
