“I like him,” I blurt out. “Okay? The problem is I like him.”
“Oh.” Daisy’s quiet for a moment while she takes that in. “And you’re worried you’re going to fall in love with him and have dumb children? I just saw this little monster of a child at Target and he was screaming his head off asking for glue. Glue! What kind of kid asks for glue? I suspect—”
“Daisy.” I cut her off mid-sentence. “He’s not dumb. Can you focus, please? He’s not dumb and we’re not having children.”
“You never know,” she huffs. “Shit happens.”
“Focus,” I repeat.
“Okay, okay. So what exactly is the problem? He’s hot. Good in bed. Smart. Nice. Makes you laugh and you like him. This is you living your best life.”
“He asked me to have dinner with him.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a huge problem. Wear my navy dress. The one with the lace hem. I know I packed it.”
“It’s just…” I start and stop, trying to put what I’m feeling into words. “It’s just that he was supposed to be a one-night stand, not make me fall for him.”
“Take it from me, a lot of things happen that aren’t supposed to.”
“Was that meant to be reassuring?”
“Listen to me, Vi, I’ve dated a lot of guys, most of them assholes.”
This is true.
“So when life hands you a good one, grab him.”
She’s got a point.
“And then get him microchipped so you always know where he is.”
“Daisy,” I groan.
“Violet.” Her voice softens. “None of this is a problem, trust me. This is the fun stuff. Go to dinner. Have fun. Screw his brains out. You’ll figure the rest out later. Or he’ll annoy the shit out of you before the week is over and the rest won’t matter.”
“Sage advice,” I say, but I’m smiling. I can always count on her to call it like it is.
“I know,” she agrees. “Someone should hire me to write greeting cards.”
“They should.”
“Remember, sometimes the best things in life are unplanned.”
“Just like twins. I love you. You’re my cupcake.”
“Love you too, sprinkles. Now go have fun. And wear the navy dress!”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Violet
I hang up with Daisy and jump into the shower because if I’m going on a date I might as well primp. I think about what Daisy said as I towel-dry. She’s got some valid points. I’ve planned my entire life and where did it get me? Heartbroken and homeless, that’s where.
Meanwhile Daisy flies by the seat of her pants and always manages to land on her feet. More than land on her feet, really. She’s totally got her shit together. Dumping her job on me to meet up with some guy for a hate-fuck not withstanding.
The call today with the recruiter was a total bust—I’d been hoping she was calling with an opportunity. Turns out she was only calling to check if I’m certified in Revit. I’m not. My experience is entirely with AutoCAD design, which is fine because Revit is for dweebs who do nothing but yell at people when they use the wrong title block.
But it sucked getting my hopes up. For the hour or so until I was able to call the recruiter back hope swirled around in my stomach—hope that this could be the lead I’ve been waiting for. I even had a little fantasy that the job would require overseas trips to London and Jennings would invite me over to his place and we’d order takeout and have sex. Obviously that was a really specific and unlikely fantasy but fantasies are by definition improbable.
I pull the navy dress out of my suitcase because Daisy’s right about that too. It’s a great dress and it looks fantastic on Daisy, which by default means it’s going to look fantastic on me. One of the biggest benefits of being a twin is having a built-in fit model.
I am sort of surprised she lent it to me though, it’s one of her favorites. She packed a lot of great outfits for me this week, which was sweet of her. It’s not that I don’t have clothes of my own, it’s just that my wardrobe leans towards professional, whereas hers leans towards Pinterest board goals.
But it was nice of her because in sisterhood nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like lending your favorite dress.
I blow-dry my hair and use a wide-barreled curling iron to add a few casual tousled waves, the kind of casual that you put a lot of effort into. I keep my eye on the clock as I get ready because Jennings is picking me up. I told him I’d meet him in the lobby and he insisted that on a proper first date he’d pick me up at the door.