Page 104 of Last First Kiss

Marisol eyes each of them in the mirror as they laugh. She keeps working.

“Besides,” Amy huffs, “Sam says another degree is useless. It doesn’t align with our plans.”

“Plans are changeable,” Jordan tells her. Not that he’s an expert on that or anything…

“What he said!” Jamie agrees. His knee rubs against Jordan’s again.

Amy frowns. “Not for me.”

“Not with that attitude,” Jamie grumbles.

“God, I don’t even look like myself,” Amy says to her reflection. Tears are misting in her eyes. Her hands tremble.

Oh, fuck.

Jordan sits up a little too fast. The THC has definitely kicked in for Amy. How didn’t he see this sooner?

“I-I’m—” Amy sucks in a sharp breath.

Jordan’s brain is too slow for words. His tongue’s too heavy in his mouth. Andreally?Right now?He can’t possibly be feeling the weed at this very second.

Not when his client’s two seconds from having a meltdown in a gorgeous gown.

“Honey, you areslaying!” a voice announces.

“In a room full of eights, you’re a fifteen,” someone else says.

Very slowly, Jordan turns his head.

Two statuesque shoppers emerge from around the corner. One is Black with smooth skin, flawless cat-eye makeup, and glitter-dusted lips. The other is Latine, slick hair and high cheekbones and a devastating jawline.

Jordan is speechless. In utter awe of them. By the sound of his gasp, Jamie is too.

“Sorry, we don’t mean to interrupt,” the Latine one says. “I’m Esteban. This is my soulmate-to-be, Lach. They were eavesdropping—”

“I was doing my civic duty as a customer,” Lach corrects, extending their hand. “He’sthe one who yankedmeover here.”

Jordan shakes Lach’s hand, then Esteban’s.

“Marisol just finished our fitting,” Esteban explains.

“And let me tell you”—Lach eyes Amy—“I didn’t look half as glamorous as you do in that number.”

Amy’s cheeks turn a new shade of rose.

Marisol rests her hands on her hips. “Are you shaming my work?”

“I wouldn’tdare,” Lach gasps out.

“You’re a god, Marisol,” Esteban insists. “My thighs have never looked that good in white.”

Marisol grins.

Esteban pivots back to Amy. “Your friends are right, honey. You can’t let everyone else’s plans get in the way of what you want.”

“Lord knows I didn’t,” Lach says, wrapping an arm around Esteban’s waist.

“This is your big day,” Esteban says.