Page 109 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I pick up my curling iron and start curling the ends of my hair, feeling off-kilter with my hair down. Can’t remember the last time my hair wasn’t in a bun or a ponytail. But I figured, might as well get dolled up and act like this is a real date.
“When we spoke at bowling, he seemed real cool, easy to chat with, which confuses me. I don’t understand why he’s nervous to go on a solo date with me.”
“Maybe he’s comfortable in social settings at first but one-on-ones make him nervous.”
“Perhaps,” I say. I blow out a low breath. “God, Ember, I hate dating. I just wish I had someone in my life without the process of finding them.”
“But isn’t that where the fun comes in? Testing different people to see if they’re the one for you?”
“No,” I answer. “I just want someone, that’s all, no testing. I just want the universe to place the man I’m supposed to be with right in front of me without any of the work.”
“Do you really think that would be fair to the rest of us who have gone through terrible date after terrible date?” Ember asks.
“Uh, after the date with Tomothy, I think I deserve the universe to place a man right in front of me.”
“Tomothy was not that bad.”
“Ember,” I say in a stern tone, which makes her laugh.
“I didn’t tell you this, because I thought that maybe you were still too raw after our joint date, but when Trevor got back to work, Tomothy couldn’t stop talking about a date he went on and how he was too good for her.”
“Stop,” I say, pausing my hair curling. “He did not say that.”
“He did.”
“Did Trevor put him in his place?”
“Trevor is a quiet one, you know that, but he did send an email to the company gossip who spread the word.”
I chuckle. “Ah, classic Trevor. And did word get around?”
“Quickly,” Ember says.
“Freaking Tomothy. That man will haunt me forever. Did I tell you I had a dream the other night and he was in it? I came home and he was sitting at my table, gnawing on his cat’s paws.”
“Oh my God.” Ember busts out in laughter. “That’s disgusting.”
“I know, I can still hear the sound of the gnawing.”
“I might throw up. Stop talking about it.”
I chuckle and finish up my hair. “Okay, I need to go, I don’t want to be late.”
“What are you wearing?”
I glance down at myself and say, “High-waisted jeans, red off-the-shoulder crop top, red lips.”
“Ooo, that sounds good. You look great in red.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I feel a little awkward because my hair is down, and normally, I’m either in professional clothes or loungewear, so this is slightly uncomfortable.”
“It’s only a few hours—suck it up.”
I chuckle. “Such a loving sister.”
“I know. Have fun and remember, you’re on the date with Timothy…notHardy.”
“Oh my God, Ember. I know!”
