"I'm counting on it. But tell me what you think of the others."
"I like the fluffy pink baby doll."
"But?" Katie prompted.
What Molly knew about fashion was cribbed from two sources: Fashion Police and InStyle magazine. So she hesitated to be truthful with Katie, who attended fashion week in New York. "Well . . ."
"Spit it out."
"The shoes make the outfit boudoir wear. If you had white go-go boots, then it'd be perfect."
Katie squealed. "I have a pair of those! Can you grab them out of my shoe closet?"
"Sure." Katie had multiple closets in this mini-mansion. But the shoe closet was actually a small sitting room she'd remodeled for her vast footwear collection.
Since it'd be easy to get distracted by the shoe mecca, Molly headed straight for the boot section of the closet and found the shiny white vinyl boots on the second shelf.
Thankfully, Katie was dressed when Molly returned. Her long blond hair fell in perfect waves. She'd applied her makeup with a heavier hand-smoky cat eyes, frosted lips, blusher that accentuated her cheekbones.
"You look stunning, birthday girl," Molly told her.
"Thank you. Now that I'm getting older, I'll probably have to double up on my skin-care regimen."
"Older. Right. You're what . . . twenty-four today?"
"No, I'm a quarter of a century, baby." Katie tugged Molly into the bathroom. "So tell me about the party setup. It's killing me not to be in charge of it."
"You'll live. Tell me who you invited."
Katie's eyes met hers in the mirror. "I'll tell you who I didn't invite."
For the briefest moment Molly felt bad for Deacon because she knew what it was like to be excluded.
"Ronin and Amery won't show. Neither will Knox and Shiori. Beck will be here. Big Rig . . . he's scared of me, I think. Maddox said he'd put in an appearance. So did Fisher."
"What about Blue?"
Her pert nose wrinkled. "I didn't invite him."
"Katie, he's your boss."
"Which is exactly why I don't need him judging me on my birthday!"
"But he's Fee's brother."
"You think Fee wants Blue to see her getting wild? No. He'd sic Gil on her, to try to talk some sense into her, which is why Gil wasn't invited either. Anyway, some of my friends from high school will be here, as will others I've met here and there. It oughta be an eclectic bunch."
Jaz strolled in and gawked at the luxury bathroom. "Wow. This is . . ."
"Over the top, right? My dad had it redone last year for my birthday. I'm glad he let me talk to the interior designer, or else I'd be living in a pink palace with unicorns and butterflies adorning the walls. The man treats me like I'm seven."
"It's beautiful. The design reminds me of bathrooms I've seen in W Hotels."
Katie's mouth dropped open. "That's exactly what I showed the designer! How do you know about that style?"
"I'm in the hotel business, remember? We have to keep up with the competition. Anyway, quick question. Fee asked me where you want the gift table set up. I told her we didn't need one, but she sent me in to double-check."
Katie raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I need a gift table at my birthday party? Everyone knows a birthday party equals birthday presents."
Jaz blinked, as if Katie might be kidding.
Molly saved her. "I know the perfect place to set up." She smiled at Katie. "Stay here until we come and get you."
"Could you at least bring me a drink?"
"No. You can chill until the party starts. Drinking alone on your birthday sucks," Molly said.
"I hear ya there, sista," Jaz said and low-fived her.
As Molly and Jaz headed to the kitchen, Jaz muttered, "I didn't bring Katie a present."
"Oh."
"What'd you get her?"
"A gift certificate for a massage." Emmylou Simmons, a massage therapist and former friend of Amery and Chaz, still rented space in Amery's building for her massage studio. But Emmylou didn't spend much time there since she'd upped her rates and her regulars could no longer afford her. Molly considered that a dick move, but it was how the woman operated. Maybe it was a dick countermove, but since Emmylou had a serious crush on Katie, Molly knew she'd give her an extra-long massage. Emmylou touching what she couldn't have . . . Yeah, a sweet bit of revenge for the shitty way Emmylou had treated Amery.
"I'm fucked; I didn't bring a gift. I figured she'd celebrate like, oh, normal adults. Too much booze with her friends and a random hookup," Jaz said.