into you that day changed my mind about small towns. It’s one of the reasons my mom was so happy we met, helping her angry son make the new town slightly more bearable. You wouldn’t have recognized me had you seen me before that day. I was rebelling every way possible. I don’t think my mom could’ve thanked you enough. She absolutely adores you,” he said polishing off his plate in record time.
The feeling was completely mutual. “I’m sorry it was hard for you. I can’t imagine leaving the only home I’ve ever known.”
“Surprisingly I think it worked out for the best. I never would have thought.”
When we finished dinner, I walked him to the door. “Thanks for staying.”
“Anytime,” he agreed.
“You know that we are going to fail that test tomorrow,” I told him. Group test or not we were doomed.
“Have a little faith Bri. I’ll get us through it,” he smugly assured me.
I rolled my eyes and shut the door after him.
Chapter 1 3
MADAME CORA’S WARDROBE WAS A costume establishment packed with plenty of flair in Wilmington. Austin decided to tag along for the thirty minute trip and was riding shotgun with Sophie and I in the back. Tori convinced him that it would be fun if they dress-up as a pair.
Both Tori and Austin had adopted Sophie instantaneously. They absolutely loved her and I think that grated on Gavin’s nerves a tad – to have his younger sister hanging around all the time.
Walking into Madame Cora’s Wardrobe was like being transported back in time. A tall woman with long curly cinnamon hair sat on a stool behind an enclosed glass case. She was decorated in more dangling silver jewelry than I thought one woman she wear – or own. Her every move jingled in music. She had bold red lips – an extreme contrast to her ivory skin and hazel eyes. She smiled at us as we walked through the front door, a whimsical chime resounding through the shop announcing the arrival of guests.
The shop had mannequins dressed up in full gear – wigs, shoes, make-up, masks. I saw Jack Sparrow, Medusa, Queen of the Nile, the guy from Saw – he still gave me nightmares. A Halloween melody pumped in the store from speakers near the doors.
“Well hello my lovelies,” she greeted in a voice of a seductress. I don’t know who the she thought she was going to seduce since Austin was the only guy and he defiantly didn’t swing her curvy way.
“Hi.” The four of us said in unison.
“Is there something I can help you look for,” she offered, never losing the deep sexy quality to her voice.
We had started to peruse around the store, poking through the racks near the entrance. “We’re looking for Halloween costumes,” Sophie spoke for the group. She eyed Madame Cora coolly, measuring her with bright sapphire eyes. There was just a hint of that strange glow.
Round racks housed costumes of variety – sexy, scary, slutty – you name she had it. The best part was the quality of the materials. They weren’t the cheap mass produced ones you found at Walmart. The detail was spectacularly crafted. I found the most difficult part of shopping here was going to be which costume to choose.
“If you need any help, you let me know,” she offered, returning Sophie’s inspection. Her blood red nails taped on the glass.
Tori and Austin took off to a row on the back wall filled with companion costumes, while Sophie and I stayed at the center racks.
“Do you have an idea what you want to go as?” I asked Sophie, pulling out a black cat outfit. So not my style, I put it back in with the others.
“I haven’t dressed up since junior high.” That was only two years ago, but I figured she didn’t need me to point that out. “I don’t know maybe a French maid or a fairy,” she suggested, pulling out an extremely short and barely there black and white skirt with a matching even smaller top.
I couldn’t really see her as either. “That is pretty darn short,” I commented as she held
The feeling was completely mutual. “I’m sorry it was hard for you. I can’t imagine leaving the only home I’ve ever known.”
“Surprisingly I think it worked out for the best. I never would have thought.”
When we finished dinner, I walked him to the door. “Thanks for staying.”
“Anytime,” he agreed.
“You know that we are going to fail that test tomorrow,” I told him. Group test or not we were doomed.
“Have a little faith Bri. I’ll get us through it,” he smugly assured me.
I rolled my eyes and shut the door after him.
Chapter 1 3
MADAME CORA’S WARDROBE WAS A costume establishment packed with plenty of flair in Wilmington. Austin decided to tag along for the thirty minute trip and was riding shotgun with Sophie and I in the back. Tori convinced him that it would be fun if they dress-up as a pair.
Both Tori and Austin had adopted Sophie instantaneously. They absolutely loved her and I think that grated on Gavin’s nerves a tad – to have his younger sister hanging around all the time.
Walking into Madame Cora’s Wardrobe was like being transported back in time. A tall woman with long curly cinnamon hair sat on a stool behind an enclosed glass case. She was decorated in more dangling silver jewelry than I thought one woman she wear – or own. Her every move jingled in music. She had bold red lips – an extreme contrast to her ivory skin and hazel eyes. She smiled at us as we walked through the front door, a whimsical chime resounding through the shop announcing the arrival of guests.
The shop had mannequins dressed up in full gear – wigs, shoes, make-up, masks. I saw Jack Sparrow, Medusa, Queen of the Nile, the guy from Saw – he still gave me nightmares. A Halloween melody pumped in the store from speakers near the doors.
“Well hello my lovelies,” she greeted in a voice of a seductress. I don’t know who the she thought she was going to seduce since Austin was the only guy and he defiantly didn’t swing her curvy way.
“Hi.” The four of us said in unison.
“Is there something I can help you look for,” she offered, never losing the deep sexy quality to her voice.
We had started to peruse around the store, poking through the racks near the entrance. “We’re looking for Halloween costumes,” Sophie spoke for the group. She eyed Madame Cora coolly, measuring her with bright sapphire eyes. There was just a hint of that strange glow.
Round racks housed costumes of variety – sexy, scary, slutty – you name she had it. The best part was the quality of the materials. They weren’t the cheap mass produced ones you found at Walmart. The detail was spectacularly crafted. I found the most difficult part of shopping here was going to be which costume to choose.
“If you need any help, you let me know,” she offered, returning Sophie’s inspection. Her blood red nails taped on the glass.
Tori and Austin took off to a row on the back wall filled with companion costumes, while Sophie and I stayed at the center racks.
“Do you have an idea what you want to go as?” I asked Sophie, pulling out a black cat outfit. So not my style, I put it back in with the others.
“I haven’t dressed up since junior high.” That was only two years ago, but I figured she didn’t need me to point that out. “I don’t know maybe a French maid or a fairy,” she suggested, pulling out an extremely short and barely there black and white skirt with a matching even smaller top.
I couldn’t really see her as either. “That is pretty darn short,” I commented as she held
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