Page 15 of Jessica Beam is a Hot Mess
‘I do like them! I was just pissed off that you saw them first. Trust me – you’ll look amazing.’
The front desk calls to let us know that our cab is here. Crap.
‘Erm … ’
I guess I did see someone fromGeordie Shorewearing a onesie at a product launch in Manchester, and I do love that show. But that was a lad. Would it work on a woman?
‘Don’t you trust me?’ Summer says, hurt pooling in her large brown eyes. ‘After everything we’ve been through? Look, maybe you should just stay here while I go … I don’t mind.’
Hmm. Summerdoesknow everything about fashion. And she is my best friend. She wouldn’t make me look stupid.
‘Course I trust you, you big geek,’ I say, pulling the furry leopard-skin onesie with the neon-pink zip out of the carrier bag. ‘Summer and Jess take on the world, right?’
Summer grins in recognition of our university motto. ‘Oh, totes.’
