In happier days, I could see myself easily tempting Dem into forgetting about everything under the stars in this dress.
Now, I just feel like some disregarded trophy he’s dusted off for show.
Bambi lays the final curl gently along my shoulder, then sets the iron down and unplugs it. She reaches for her makeup bag, pulls out a brush and shimmery makeup palette, then turns me around in my chair to face her.
I can tell she’s trying not to look right at me. Not in the eyes, anyway. She looks like she hasn’t smiled in days.
“Willow is safe.” She dusts some golden shimmer powder over my collarbone. “I’ll keep a close eye on her and make sure she’s okay.”
There’s something in the way she says it that has me leaning back. “Bam…?”
She avoids eye contact and dusts the shimmer to my other shoul
