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She’d always been a social butterfly, attracting everyone to her. I swear she could make friends with anyone, even if she didn’t speak their language.
I loved her, but sometimes, she was a bit much, which is why I elected to stay behind.
I had hoped to spend some time with Giovani, but he disappeared as soon as he woke up. He didn’t even tell me where he was going, just rushed off in his suit, sounding like he was trying to set a record on saying words per minute in Italian.
The only word I caught was idiota.
Luckily, though, I wasn’t averse to keeping my own company.
That is, until I heard the slam of the front door. I heard the clacking of Dahlia’s heels on the floor as she practically ran up the stairs and I lifted my sunglasses, perturbed by her unusual behavior.
There were a few slams of the doors upstairs and then she was running back downstairs yelling out, “Olive!”
“Yes?” I called out, curiously after the third time she bypassed me.
She halted in her tracks, turning to me with a wide, frantic look.
“There you are!” she breathed out in relief, taking the pool chair beside me. “I almost thought you had been kidnapped or something.”
“Why would I be kidnapped?” I asked, shaking my head at the notion, “All the treasures in this house and they take me? Not likely.”
But Dahlia didn’t laugh like I thought she would.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Dahlia said, warningly. “You’re my best friend. They could kidnap you to get to me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Dahlia. It’s not like you’re a crime boss or an assassin,” I scoffed, “Your biggest enemy is Stacey from high school, and she’s more likely to dump pig’s blood on your head.”
“Very funny,” Dahlia rolled her eyes.
“Now, why were you in such a hurry, Dolly? Did something happen?”
“Oh.” Dahlia sucked in a breath, looking at me guiltily.
Immediately my sixth sense went off. I knew that look on her face. She’d done something she knew I wouldn’t like.
“What did you do?” I asked, trying to stay calm despite my heart upping to six beats per second. “What happened?”
“It’s not a big deal!” Dahlia said with a huff.
“But?” I prompted.
“But,” Dahlia drew it out, with a sheepish smile, “I may have kinda accidentally set you up for a blind date.”
“You did what?”
I slammed my book closed on the table, turning to her fully as I hitched my sunglasses on top of my head.
“I’m sorry!” Dahlia clasped her hands together, giving me those wide puppy dog eyes but not this time.
“How do you accidentally set someone up for a blind date?” I demanded, crossing my arms. “It doesn’t sound like something you can do by accident!”
“Okay, okay,” Dahlia relented, biting her bottom lip as she explained. “It goes like this. See, Lorenzo was telling his buddy about me and he mentioned you, and his buddy was interested in you, so he asked me if I could ask you for a double date, but you know how I am. I heard the word date and immediately said yes.”
“So why didn’t you just tell him to call it off?” I said, annoyed.
“Because he was so excited, and he said his buddy was a really good guy, and I didn’t want to go back on my word!” Dahlia pouted, giving me those huge puppy dog eyes. “So just this once, please? For me?”
“Dolly,” I groaned, smacking my hand across my forehead. She could be so clueless sometimes.
I couldn’t believe she’d dragged me into this. “You know I hate blind dates,” I tried to say, but Dahlia had her defense on lock and key.
“It’s just this once, I swear. And I’ll be there the whole time. If he’s a creep, I’ll bail you out,” Dahlia said firmly.
“But–”
“Please!” Dahlia begged me. “I promise I will owe you any favor you want. Don’t make me a liar, Olive.”
I hesitated. I really didn’t want to do this, especially because of Giovani. Even if Dahlia didn’t know, I felt like I was cheating on him by seeing another guy.
But it wasn’t exactly like we were officially dating.
Plus, Dahlia was my friend. I couldn’t turn my back on a lifetime of friendship. Maybe Giovani would understand. To be honest, I didn’t have any other excuses left that wouldn’t sound suspicious. I couldn’t give away myself and Giovani yet.
“Fine,” I sighed, relenting.
“YES!” Dahlia grinned, knowing she won as she always did. Then she gazed at my shorts and T-shirt with an eagle-eyed expression. “Hmm, that won’t do.”
I glanced at my attire, looking at Dahlia’s nice dress and curled hair and feeling a bit shabby in comparison.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I said, defensively. “It’s not like we’re going out right now.”
Dahlia smiled wickedly. “Did I forget to mention the date was tonight? Whoops.”
“Dolly!” I gasped, betrayed. She’d conned me.
“It’s time for my favorite past-time,” Dahlia practically sang, “Olive Dress-Up!”
I groaned, throwing my head onto the back of the chair.
I already regretted this.
I begrudgingly let Dahlia drag me away from my iced tea and book and up the stairs to my room. She thrust a towel at me and practically shoved me into the bathroom as she went to ransack my closet again.
I knew the routine by heart. This wasn’t the first time Dahlia had played Barbie with me, and I doubt it would be the last.
Dahlia had an outfit waiting for me on the bed when I came out, a low-cut black dress and stockings. I grinned though as I spotted the red cardigan of hers I wanted. I ran my fingers across the soft fabric.
“See? I can be nice,” Dahlia said once I got changed, approval gleaming in her eyes. She sat me down in the mirror, beginning the most torturous part.
Make-up tools always looked like torture devices to me–the eyelash curler in particular. I had seen so many women rip their eyelashes off by accident with it, but Dahlia was a master at it.
“Be gentle,” I warned her.
“Don’t worry,” She smiled. “You don’t need a lot of makeup, just some highlights in the right places.”
