basically insinuating that I was a gold digger.
“Then why do you like him?”
“Because he liked me even when I was invisible.”
“Invisible?” Mr. Pruitt shook his head. “No one like you could possibly be invisible. And if you ask me, you should be dating Mason. He’s going to inherit MAC International, not Matt. Mason’s the better choice.”
“Maybe for someone else. Not for me.”
“So you’re choosing Matthew then?”
“Yes.” My voice was a little more firm than my heart. I loved Matt. I did. But he…God, I didn’t even know anymore. He didn’t love me enough.
“Very well. I’ll need you to change the date on that document then. So it matches Matt’s.”
He pulled open a drawer and rifled through a few folders. “Here we go.” He handed me Matt’s copy and then mine.
Matt had put in an earlier date. He’d put in the date of his father’s birthday party. Where Matt had followed me into the restroom after I cut my hand. The real start of us. It was as sweet as it was arrogant. Because I wasn’t his then. Hell, I was barely his now.
“And maybe take a lesson from me and stop sneaking off to the staff floor between midnight and 6 am every day. If it continues I’ll have no choice but to figure out who it is you’re seeing and fire him. Do we understand each other?”
Oh my God. Of course he knew. But it seemed like he didn’t know it was Miller. And at least that was a relief. “That’s nothing. I…”
“Do we understand each other?” he asked again.
There was no backtracking. He knew. “Yes.”
“Wonderful. I need to get back to work. But please knock again before you leave. I’d love to take a picture with you in your dress. I need one of you for my desk.” He gave me a kind smile that didn’t at all match his latest threat.
Chapter 26
Saturday
It was easy to push the conversation with Mr. Pruitt to the back of my mind when I went back to my room. Kennedy was sitting on my bed getting her nails painted, laughing with Justin. Her hair was piled on top of her head in big rollers. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen her with such a big smile. I just wanted to focus on the dance and having fun for one night.
Besides, Miller wasn’t here. So I couldn’t talk to him right now anyway. Going down to the staff floor was absolutely not the right move. Mr. Pruitt was clearly watching me. And I wasn’t going to give him a reason to fire Miller.
“Don’t you love this color?” Kennedy asked as she showed me her purple nails. The hue matched her dress perfectly.
“It’s great.” I sat down next to her on the bed. “So let me get this straight, Justin. You’re an assistant, a stylist, and a…”
“Self-proclaimed makeover artist!” He put the brush back into the nail polish. “Your father called and asked if I had any recommendations, so I recommended myself right into this gig. I knew you’d be a valuable client. Now pick a color. We don’t have much time.” He opened up one of the plastic containers he’d come in with. It was filled with a whole rainbow of nail polishes, a blow dryer, more bobby pins than I could imagine, and so much freaking hairspray. More hairspray than should ever be in anyone’s hair. I suddenly understood how Justin always kept his hair just so.
“If we’re running low on time, I can skip doing my nails,” I said. “I never really bother to paint my nails.”
“Nonsense. There’s always time to be fabulous.” He rifled through the colors and lifted up a silver one with sparkles. “How about this?”
Kennedy gave me an encouraging nod.
The silver sparkles looked fun. I felt a smile spreading across my face. “Okay.”
“I could get used to this,” Kennedy said as she blew on her nails. “Oh, our drinks are here!”
I looked up to see Tiffany coming in with a tray of glasses filled to the brim with something clear and bubbly.
I remembered when I’d gone over to The Hunters’ house for help with my project. They’d had someone serve alcohol even though we were all underage. Why were adults agreeing to this?
“You asked her to bring us drinks?” I asked.
“No. She offered,” Kennedy said and lifted one off the tray. “Don’t worry. It’s just sparkling water. Not punch.”
I laughed. I couldn’t be mad about sparkling water. I grabbed one too. “Thank you so much, Tiffany.”
She smiled.