Read Countdown To A Kiss (A New Year's Eve Anthology) Page 49
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Darcy gave one final look in the mirror. She’d had her roommate, Susan, spend hours showing her how to curl her long, blonde hair so it looked like she’d just stepped out of a Real Housewives episode. She’d spent a fortune at the makeup counter in Macy’s, buying anything they had put on her, careful to watch every swipe and swab the girl made to her face so she could replicate it tonight. She’d put her entire bonus check from the most recent video game she’d designed toward her dress.
And it showed. Black, with crystal beading all over it, shimmering with every movement. She absolutely loved it. The low cut neck was more daring than she was used to, and it’d taken Susan’s extensive persuasive skills to talk Darcy into it, but she was glad she had.
And the shoes. Oh, the shoes! She’d bought them first, wearing them nightly around the apartment so she could learn to balance on the five inch, shimmery, glass slipper-looking Louboutins.
She twirled in front of the mirror, catching the light. Surely she’d catch Lewis’s eye in this—the man was a sucker for shiny objects.
She picked up her phone—one last touch of technology—took a quick snapshot of herself and texted it to Susan, who was probably already on her way to whatever party she was going to in Boston. She didn’t wait for a response, but did a final twirl to one of her long curls, grabbed her tiny bag, and walked out the door.