Leaving The Way: Book Two (The Way Trilogy), стр. 20
I stand, walking to the bathroom before peering at my reflection in the mirror above the sink when there’s knock at the door.
“Come in.” I holler as I turn to leave the bathroom.
The door opens and Brea walks in with a huge smile on her face which I return.
“Hey, Chica!” Brea wraps me up in a hug with fabric held firmly in her hand. “I got you something,” she says, pulling away.
The fabric she’s holding is in fact a pair of light wash jeans with holes in both knees, and a bright green sweater with a wide neckline. I don’t understand wanting holes in your clothes on purpose, Mother would have a field day patching all the girl’s jeans on the estate, but they all seem to like it, including Brea. Despite the holes, I love everything about the outfit, but I only feel comfortable borrowing it.
“Brea, I love it! Can I borrow them?” I ask, reaching down to feel the soft material of the sweater before looking back to her.
The look on her face says she’s confused, but I’m not sure why. She cocks her head to the side, one eyebrow raised, looking me up and down before she speaks. “Um, no?” She’s clearly confused. “You can’t borrow it, I mean.”
My face falls, but I understand. She doesn’t really know me, plus, maybe she was only showing me what she planned to wear tonight.
“You can’t borrow it because it’s yours. I got it for you when I went to town today. I got us matching sweaters actually, only mine is purple. We get to be twinsies tonight. Eek!” She claps her hands with her squeal of glee, and then jumps up and down like a kid.
“Brea, thank you so much, but I can’t except this. I don’t have any way to repay you.” I feel bad, but we are about the same size, so hopefully she can just keep it for herself.
Rolling her eyes and picking up the jeans and sweater, she shoves them against my chest. “Go try them on, loca. I’m gonna go find you some shoes to wear.” Before I can argue she turns and leaves the room.
Looking at the articles of clothing, I’m not sure what to do. It won’t hurt to try them on, right? Right.
After dressing in the jeans and sweater, I stand in front of the dresser mirror. I can’t figure out how to make the neckline lay right. It’s huge and keeps falling off my shoulder. As much as I don’t want Brea to buy me things, I really don’t want her to feel bad that it doesn’t fit.
When I hear her come back in the room, I quickly tug the neckline up once more, and turn to where she stands in the doorway. Smiling, I make my way to the center of the room and do a quick spin so she can see how I look.
“Okay Chica, we have work to do.” She laughs, snatching my hand in hers before dragging me out the door and down the hall.
An hour later, I stand in front of the full length mirror in Brea’s room as she admires her handiwork. After she had roughly drug me into her room, she had explained these types of sweaters were made to hang off one shoulder. It made me a little self-conscious with so much visible skin, but I went along with it anyway. The shoes she had forced on my feet were a matte black with red bottoms, and had at least a four-inch heel. Even standing still I could barely stand upright. There is no doubt I’m going to bust my ass tonight.
She had spent at least thirty minutes applying makeup to my face, including a bright red lipstick topped with cherry gloss. She’d even mentioned I should feel extremely special that she let me borrow the cherry gloss considering Mateo’s men had found it in an old abandoned drug store and she wouldn’t even let Daniel’s wife, Camila, borrow it. From the look of the tube she was almost out, and I kept catching her looking at it sadly as she applied it to my red lips.
After she’d finished my face, she’d spent another twenty minutes fixing my hair. She used something she called a curling wand, and now my hair hangs around my shoulders in beautiful wavy curls. I really want one of those because while my hair is naturally wavy, my waves look nothing like these.
Looking at myself now as Brea looks on, she really did an amazing job. While I’m not used to looking this flashy, I don’t mind it as much as I thought I would. Not to mention, it will keep me from standing out at the party tonight.
“You look muy caliente, chica!” She screeches, clapping her hands together and spinning me around for a quick hug. “Luke is gonna flip”
Wait, what? “Do you think he’ll be mad?” I ask, concern lacing my words.
She steps back a few feet, and then flops backward on the bed letting out the laugh she had clearly been holding in. “Oh God, chica! You crack me up.” She reaches up and wipes a tear away from the corner