“I told you that the prank was off.”
He sighed. “But it’s going to be so fun. I mean… pudding. So much pudding.”
I laughed because I couldn’t help it. I wanted to pull the prank on Isabella. I really did. But I’d promised Matt I wouldn’t be like Isabella. And that I wouldn’t hang out with the Hunters. “I know. But I can’t do it. I’m trying to be better than her.”
“Anything you do is better than her. One because you’re beautiful. Two because you think you’re as funny as me. And three because I know I’ll eventually corrupt you. Just text me when you change your mind. Make sure the blueprints are in the text.” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Your ass looks amazing by the way.”
My face was bright red as he pulled away.
He groaned. “Oh and reason four. I want to rip your clothes off when you blush. Huh. I guess those were four reasons why I like you. Save me a dance?”
“You don’t like me.” God, he was just like his brother. “You’re just trying to mess with Matt. And no, I’m not going to dance with you.”
“You playing hard to get just makes me want you even more.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“That makes your boobs look even better.”
I looked down. I was basically pushing up my push up bra. Damn it. I dropped my arms.
Rob laughed. “Text me those blueprints. Later, Sanders.”
I rolled my eyes as he walked away. Why was he so confident that I was going to turn to the dark side? I’m not Isabella. I bit the inside of my lip. But I kind of did understand why he thought I’d cave. Isabella kept doing terrible things to me. There were only so many times she could embarrass me before I snapped. My promise to Matt was the only reason I hadn’t retaliated. Every bone in my body wanted to just freaking slap her.
Or maybe Rob just thought I could be swayed because I was literally wearing the Sandy costume from when she embraced her wild side. But I didn’t want my wild side to be behaving like a mobster’s daughter.
My thoughts came to a stop when the only other mobster’s daughter I knew walked in through the doors. I was pretty sure my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Isabella’s costume. Yeah, there was only so much more I could take. I felt tears pool in the corners of my eyes. Fuck my life.
Chapter 29
Saturday
“Puta mierda,” Kennedy said as she joined me by my side.
I’d only ever heard her say that once before. And she’d told me that the meaning was nothing worth repeating. Puta mierda indeed.
Isabella was dressed exactly like me. Or, Sandy, rather. And no, not exactly. Her costume was so much more…everything. Her high heels were taller. Her top was cut lower. More of her midriff was showing. Her hair even had more volume, which I shouldn’t have been upset about, but I really freaking was. It was probably a wig. But it didn’t matter how she’d done that with her hair. She was the perfect Sandy. I was pretty sure every guy’s head had turned to look at her when she’d walked in.
I felt myself shrinking, trying to blend into the fog on the floor.
“Do you want me to spill my drink down the front of her?” Kennedy asked as she took a sip from her goblet.
“No.” I turned away from the door. “God, how did she figure out that I was dressing up as Sandy?”
“I guess the odds of it being a coincidence are pretty slim.”
“There’s no coincidence when it comes to Isabella.”
“I swear I didn’t say anything,” Kennedy said.
“I know. I wasn’t implying that you did. I just…” I sighed. “This really sucks.”
“At least you know what she had up her sleeve for tonight. Don’t let her bother you. She’s just trying to get under your skin.”
Well, she’d succeeded.
“You need a distraction,” said Kennedy. “And I have the perfect one. Guess what Felix just told me?”
“What?”
“That it’s actually official. He’s done with his drug business. He sold his list of clients to Danny Zuko.”
I must have looked confused because she pointed to the door.
I turned to see Cupcake who was dressed up as Danny Zuko from Grease. He was wearing the classic white t-shirt and leather jacket. He even had an unlit cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. They did a couples costume? Why didn’t I think of that?
But it was better that Matt wasn’t dressed like Danny Zuko. Because he’d be a hotter Danny Zuko than Cupcake. And it would be clear to everyone that the hotter Danny should be with the hotter Sandy. Was that Isabella’s plan? To somehow woo him away with a couples costume square off? If so, she was going to be disappointed. Because I had no clue who Matt was dressing up as.