My face was bright red as he pulled away.
He groaned. “Oh and reason four. I want to rip your clothes off when you blush. Huh. I guess those were four reasons why I like you. Save me a dance?”
“You don’t like me.” God, he was just like his brother. “You’re just trying to mess with Matt. And no, I’m not going to dance with you.”
“You playing hard to get just makes me want you even more.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“That makes your boobs look even better.”
I looked down. I was basically pushing up my push up bra. Damn it. I dropped my arms.
Rob laughed. “Text me those blueprints. Later, Sanders.”
I rolled my eyes as he walked away. Why was he so confident that I was going to turn to the dark side? I’m not Isabella. I bit the inside of my lip. But I kind of did understand why he thought I’d cave. Isabella kept doing terrible things to me. There were only so many times she could embarrass me before I snapped. My promise to Matt was the only reason I hadn’t retaliated. Every bone in my body wanted to just freaking slap her.
Or maybe Rob just thought I could be swayed because I was literally wearing the Sandy costume from when she embraced her wild side. But I didn’t want my wild side to be behaving like a mobster’s daughter.
My thoughts came to a stop when the only other mobster’s daughter I knew walked in through the doors. I was pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Isabella’s costume. Yeah, there was only so much more I could take. I felt tears pool in the corners of my eyes. Fuck my life.
Chapter 29
Saturday
“Puta mierda,” Kennedy said as she joined me by my side.
I’d only ever heard her say that once before. And she’d told me that the meaning was nothing worth repeating. Puta mierda indeed.
Isabella was dressed exactly like me. Or, Sandy, rather. And no, not exactly. Her costume was so much more…everything. Her high heels were taller. Her top was cut lower. More of her midriff was showing. Her hair even had more volume, which I shouldn’t have been upset about, but I really freaking was. It was probably a wig. But it didn’t matter how she’d done that with her hair. She was the perfect Sandy. I was pretty sure every guy’s head had turned to look at her when she’d walked in.
I felt myself shrinking, trying to blend into the fog on the floor.
“Do you want me to spill my drink down the front of her?” Kennedy asked as she took a sip from her goblet.
“No.” I turned away from the door. “God, how did she figure out that I was dressing up as Sandy?”
“I guess the odds of it being a coincidence are pretty slim.”
“There’s no coincidence when it comes to Isabella.”
“I swear I didn’t say anything,” Kennedy said.
“I know. I wasn’t implying that you did. I just…” I sighed. “This really sucks.”
“At least you know what she had up her sleeve for tonight. Don’t let her bother you. She’s just trying to get under your skin.”
Well, she’d succeeded.
“You need a distraction,” said Kennedy. “And I have the perfect one. Guess what Felix just told me?”
“What?”
“That it’s actually official. He’s done with his drug business. He sold his list of clients to Danny Zuko.”
I must have looked confused because she pointed to the door.
I turned to see Cupcake who was dressed up as Danny Zuko from Grease. He was wearing the classic white t-shirt and leather jacket. He even had an unlit cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. They did a couples costume? Why didn’t I think of that?
But it was better that Matt wasn’t dressed like Danny Zuko. Because he’d be a hotter Danny Zuko than Cupcake. And it would be clear to everyone that the hotter Danny should be with the hotter Sandy. Was that Isabella’s plan? To somehow woo him away with a couples costume square off? If so, she was going to be disappointed. Because I had no clue who Matt was dressing up as.
Crap. What if he was dressing up like Danny Zuko to surprise me?
“Oh no. She’s coming this way. Come on,” Kennedy said and pulled me toward the pumpkin patch.
But it was no use. Isabella’s demon eyes had lasered in on me and there was no hiding. Even though we tried to hide behind the big pumpkins and the giant cauldron.
“Are you running from me, Sissy?” Isabella asked.
I tried not to groan as I turned around. “What? No.” I stepped away from the fog tumbling down from the cauldron.
“Good evening, Kennedy,” Isabella said. “You better watch your drink tonight. Who knows what someone might try to slip into it.”
Kennedy laughed, even though it sounded forced. “Go to hell, Wizzy.”
Isabella glowered at her. “You can call me Sandy for the night. What do you think of my outfit?” She did a stupid little twirl. “Oh no.” She put her hand to her cheek in mock surprise. “Sissy, are you dressed up like Sandy too?” She leaned forward and squinted at me like it was hard to tell. “How utterly embarrassing for you. Don’t tell me Matt’s dressed like Danny? That would be…such a travesty for you. Especially if he and I win best costume together.”
So that was her game? She wanted to win best costume with my fiancé? Kennedy was right. Isabella could go to hell.
“And if you think this is bad,” Isabella said, “then just you wait. Because I will definitely be wearing white to your wedding. Not that you’ll ever make it to the altar.”
I swallowed hard. She didn’t necessarily say that I’d be dead. But she was staring at me like I’d be dead. “Dad won’t let you do anything to me. And he won’t let you wear white at my wedding.”
“You call him Dad now, huh? How quaint. I don’t know, Sissy. I’m the one living at home. While you’re out on the street.”
I’d hardly call living with the Caldwells being out on the street. I jumped when I heard a little bark.
“Sir Wilfred, bad dog,” Isabella hissed when her evil little dog pranced over to me.