Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,30

them a personalized touchup kit. If Sarah ever ended up invited to a big public event again, she knew exactly who she was going to call to do her face.

She caught Kit’s eye once they were in the dressing room. The actress nodded before shooting Thea and Charlotte a meaningful glance. Thea gave a small thumbs-up behind Molly’s back while Charlotte winked, then turned to her best friend.

“You need to get into your dress.”

Molly shivered. “I love it so much.” The other woman did a little dance and went to where the vintage gown was hanging. A creation of delicate lace with cap sleeves and a V-neck, it would—paired with her sultry eyes and deep red lipstick—turn Molly into the embodiment of old Hollywood glamour.

“Did you get the right underwear?” Kit asked, taking a seat in the beautiful armchair in the corner, the seat cushion a dark blue velvet.

“Yes, I found this really pretty set.” Molly showed them the white lace bra. “The panties match.”

Charlotte shook her head. “No, that’s not going to work.”

Molly’s face fell. “No? But it’s so elegant, and it doesn’t show through the dress.”

“You can keep it for another day.” Thea spoke from her spot leaning in the doorway, her long hair having been fashioned into a romantic knot at her nape. “Today I think you should be demure on the outside and a vixen underneath—give Fox a sexy surprise.”

Molly blushed. “I can go through my lingerie—”

“Or…” Charlotte picked up a small box sitting under the garment rail, hidden from view behind the dresses. “You could wear this.”

“And this.” Thea added her box to the pile, followed by Sarah and Kit, all of them having snuck in the extra boxes in their overnight bags.

“You guys!” Molly’s eyes shimmered wetly.

“Don’t ruin your makeup,” Thea ordered her half sister, but her voice was affectionate, a softness to her features that Sarah had never before seen.

“It’s waterproof,” Molly protested thickly.

Hugging the other woman, Charlotte said, “Open the boxes.”

Molly went from near tears to a hot-pink blush at first sight of the lace lingerie in rich cream: a tiny G-string, a lace bustier with fine boning, delicate silk stockings, a garter belt that would frame her body just right, and last but not least, exquisite lace gloves that set off Molly’s gown and would only add to her lushly sensual look when she took off the dress.

Bright red at this point, Molly pointed a finger at them. “I am not putting this on with you as an audience!” But her lips curved and her eyes sparkled. “But thank you so much. I love it.”

“Everyone out,” Thea ordered. “Only Fox gets to see this masterpiece.”

Shouting out fake boos, the four of them stepped outside and teased Molly through the door while she dressed. When she opened it, she’d put on her lovely gown of creamy lace but needed one of them to button it up in the back. Charlotte took up the task of slotting in the tiny fabric-covered buttons, her eyes luminous and totally unshielded—not simply because she was wearing contacts instead of her spectacles, but because her love for Molly was a visible light within her.

We chose to be sisters, she’d said to Sarah last night.

As Sarah watched, Charlotte hugged her best friend from behind, careful to keep her face turned so her makeup wouldn’t get on the dress. “You look so beautiful, Molly.”

“I’m just… happy. Really happy, all the way to my toes.” Molly looked around as she squeezed Charlotte’s hands. “Having you all here…” Her breath hitched.

“Hey, don’t you get me going.” Thea’s voice rasped with emotion, the hug she shared with Molly a tight squeeze. No one who didn’t know them would’ve guessed at their familial relationship; they were two such physically different women. But Thea and Molly, too, had chosen to be sisters after finding each other as adults.

It wasn’t the last hug of the afternoon. One by one, Kit and Sarah wrapped their arms around the woman who’d brought them all together.

“Okay,” Molly said afterward, the lace of her dress exquisite against her skin and her face aglow. “It’s time for you to put on your dresses.”

CHAPTER 11

SARAH, THEA, CHARLIE, and Kit dressed in a chaos of laughter and conversation.

Sarah’s turquoise-colored dress fit as perfectly as she remembered. Kit, meanwhile, had chosen a dress of deep amber, while Thea was in rich violet. All three of their dresses came to just above the knee. Charlotte, however, was in a flowing, ankle-length dress of bright