Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Her brows lift. “Makeover strategy? You? You’re going to give me a makeover?”
“Yes,” I say, indignant. “I’m a very fashionable man, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“No, I’ve noticed,” she says, appeasing me a little before she adds, “but I’m a girl.”
“Duh, Keely,” I say. “I know. And I have two very fashionable sisters, in addition to an embarrassment of brothers, one of whom is super gay and a professional stylist. If I have any trouble dressing you for success, they’ll happily step in. But they won’t have to. I know you. I know your likes, your dislikes, your cute little personality quirks, and your less cute habits that could scare away Mr. Right before he has a chance to fall in love with your otherwise adorable self. I’ll help you sort it all out and transform into the best version of you, not some generic Instagram hottie. All you have to do is trust me. Do you trust me?”
She studies me for a long beat.
A very long, increasingly uncomfortable beat, before she screws her face up into a pinched pout and says, “No, I don’t. If you were trustworthy, or a real friend, you would have told me I was a hideous, shredded vagina beast before I embarrassed myself,” and storms off toward the great lawn, leaving me sputtering.
I can’t believe my gracious offer has been refused!
Rebuffed. Rejected, even.
And now I feel sad. Sad on a night when large piles of wood are about to be set on fire, which simply isn’t right or natural.
I have to make this up to Keely. I have to.
I have to convince her that I’m the Henry Higgins to her Eliza Doolittle. Except I’ll treat her way better than that dick in My Fair Lady. I’ll never look down on her or ignore her feedback. I’ll ensure the makeover is a blast for her as well as for myself.
I’m as straight as they come, but fuck…do I love a makeover.
And Keely is the perfect project to keep my mind off my own love troubles until the season is over, and I have time to devote to properly wooing my next lady.
Hell, maybe Keely will be so comfortable in her new swan skin by then, she’ll be ready to hit the town with me.
Bolstered by these wise thoughts—and by the sight of the torch bearers headed toward the first tower of sticks—I hurry after her, ignorant to the fact that I’m about to make the stupidest mistake of my until now, fantastic and un-stupid life.