Chapter 8
Paradise Isles, Making Waves
June 15th
4:00 PM
"What should I wear?" Massie frantically flipped through her closet, while Alicia lounged calmly on the couch that was next to the row of designer jeans. Kristen was trying on Massie's shoes, and Claire stared down at her freshly manicured cuticles, obviously trying to not bite them. "Hello? Earth to the Pretty Committee! The dinner party is tonight, Chris Abeley will be there, and I have absolutely nuh-thing to wear!" She threw a denim mini skirt off its rack in rage, shocking everyone. She paused, taking a deep breath. "Ok. I can find something." She vowed to keep her temper in check as she flipped through her rows of clothes, finally settling on a beige Jersey Dress with a large gold belt around her waist.
By the time she was done, she had 10 minutes to drive her golf cart over to the party, and everyone but Alicia (who would no doubt show up late) were waiting for her in her bedroom. Finally, she burst out of her closet, grinning.
"Rate me." She insisted. Dylan's emerald eyes scrutinized her carefully first.
"9.6." She said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Passable." Massie shrugged. Indeed, she did look good. Her dress fit her perfectly, accenting her slimness, her hair was pulled up in a stylish bun, with a silver chopstick stuck through it, and her charm bracelet seemed especially ah-dorable with the outfit. Finally, she was ready.
After rating Dylan, Kristen, and Claire (9.3, 9.1, and 8.8) she hurried out the door. In true Alpha-style, she would normally opt to be late, but she didn't know if Chris Abeley arrived early and left early, or arrived late and left early, or visa versa, and she wasn't taking any chances.
"Ready?" She hopped into the suede seat of the golfcart, giggled as the all tried to cram in beside her, despite the roomier backseat.
"Ready!" They shouted together. She slammed the gas pedal, and they flew down the street.
