I unwrap the box and look inside. “Wow! These earrings are gorgeous!”
“Tommy thought we should get you something timeless, so he chose the gold and diamonds. I thought we should get you something fun, so we settled on these. Do you like them?”
I hug her tightly. “Mom, of course I love them. They’re incredible, really. I don’t know if I can wear something like this. These suckers look like the earrings you see at the Academy Awards.”
Tommy quips, “Well, baby, you don’t have to worry about security. People are gonna think the President is in town.”
“Do you really think you still have to worry, Mom?”
“We’re just not taking any risks, honey. James has it all taken care of. Don’t worry about it. You just have fun at your party!”
I put the earrings on.
“I knew they would look perfect with that dress,” Mom says.
I hug them both again then twirl around.
“Do you think I look okay?”
“You look gorgeous, honey. I can hardly believe you’re seventeen. It seems like just yesterday I was holding you in my arms.” Mom starts to get misty-eyed.
“I want to go show Brooklyn my dress before Vanessa and everyone get here.”
“He’s in the living room with James.”
“Tommy, would you tell him to go in my room? I want to surprise him.”
“Will do,” Tommy says as he saunters out of the room, looking handsome as usual in a charcoal suit and black shirt.
“We have another surprise for you tonight,” Mom whispers.
“I don’t need anything else, Mom. These earrings are plenty. Plus the party. I’m sure it’s costing a lot. I’m sorry I asked for so much. I think I got a little carried away.”
“Keatyn, I think it’s fine you got a little carried away. It’s your seventeenth birthday. Lots of kids here have parties like this every year. This is the first big party we’ve ever had. And you never go crazy shopping. Although I swear you have more bikinis and shoes than anyone I know. Just enjoy it, okay. Forget about all the security, eat cake, and dance all night with your friends.”
“I will. Thanks, Mom, for everything.”
Mom nods as I run down the hall, through the entry, and back to my wing of the house.
I take a deep breath and open my bedroom door, expecting to dazzle him.
“That dress is awfully short,” he says.
“I, um—does that mean you don’t like it?”
“I mean, you look nice. Is it maybe a little skanky?”
“No! It’s longer than the one you picked for me to wear to dinner the other night, and it was very expensive.”
“I’m sure it was. Those the amazing shoes?”
I hold up my foot, so he can see the shoes up close. “Yes, aren’t they adorable?”
“What’d they cost?”
I sigh. “It doesn’t matter.”
“So, I just realized I forgot my wallet. I’m gonna run down to the house and grab it.”
“Okay,” I say, holding back tears.
Is it bad that I’m half wishing he’d just stay at his house? He was supposed to be dazzled by my dress, not think I look like a skank.
The boy who likes all of me.
8:10pm
Although I had fun hanging out with Vanessa and RiAnne at the hotel, I’ve been avoiding them a little the last few days on purpose. I had such an amazing, stress-free summer. I just didn’t want it to end. I’ve been pretending that I could just incorporate Brooklyn and all his friends into my life, and that everyone would be happy and get along.
I’ve been pretending that my life could be perfect.
That I could have it all.
But I’ve been lying to myself, I realize, as my two formerly separate lives come crashing together right before my eyes.
And it has nothing to do with Vanessa and RiAnne not accepting Brooklyn, and everything to do with the boy who just walked through my front door.
Cush.
When I opened the door, he gave me a grin so big I could see those dimples. Then he stood there and stared at me.
“You look amazing, Keatyn.”
I stared back, because I couldn’t seem to move. I could only stand there and look at him.
After a few awkward moments, he takes a step toward me, wraps me in a big hug, and kisses both my cheeks. Then he gently pushes me away from him and looks me up and down again.
“I’ve missed you,” he says sincerely. “And I owe you a big apology. The stuff I said, blaming you for what Mandy did. I was upset. Not thinking straight. I’m really sorry. I know it wasn’t your fault.”
“I still think it was kind of my fault, but I completely accept your apology. I’m sorry for what I said too.” I smile and look him over. He looks different. “You’ve grown or something.”
“I have grown. I’m almost six-two. And I didn’t have anything to do this summer besides work out, so I’ve bulked up.”
I look at his shoulders. He’s always had a nicely toned body, but now he looks even more buff, and it looks very sexy on him. Part of me wants to drag him back to my room, rip off his shirt, and see those new muscles up close and personal.