Confessions of the Other Sister by Beth Harbison

Author:Beth Harbison [Harbison, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2022-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Frances

In all my time in California, I’d never been to a big fancy star-studded party as a guest. I’d worked a bunch of them—enough to wonder if anyone would see me at this one and ask for a canapé—but I’d never had to worry about what to wear beyond a server uniform and makeup.

Tonight was different.

And it was pretty foreign to me, I have to say. When I’d first come to LA I’d been anticipating some glamour just sprinkled about the streets like glitter and I’d been sorely mistaken, so it had been ages since I’d really tried to make a showing.

Somehow it figured that when it was finally happening, Crosby was going to be there, essentially competing with me. Not that she’d view it that way or that I’d ever admit I felt like that, but I did. Every single step of the way, I was afraid she was going to outdo me and that, despite my best efforts, I was going to remain muddy and mousy in the shadow of her glow.

But what could I do? I’d already kept one huge thing from Crosby; my conscience wouldn’t let me “forget” to tell her Jill had invited her to the party too. This was such a great opportunity. It would never happen back in Bumfuck, New York, and it would be selfish of me to keep it from her now.

My stomach twanged in reaction to that thought. Selfish wasn’t just not telling her about a party. Selfish was not telling her about a majorly famous director and producer wanting to hire her to write a screenplay for the anthology he was getting ready to make.

But, man, I just couldn’t bring myself to mention it to her.

Not yet.

For now, I was taking her to a cool Hollywood party.

“Do you need any help getting ready?” she called to me from the other room.

“No, I’m good, thanks.” I was not. I was inches from the mirror, attempting for the third time to apply the last corner of the Au Naturale Faux Luxe eyelashes. The name was laughably absent of accuracy; if anything, it demonstrated conflicting concepts. Faux? Definitely. Au Naturale? Not so much. But they were dark, not too comically long, and basically made me look like what I should have grown up to look like according to my baby pictures, when I had been a sooty-lashed, icy-irised toddler.

“Don’t forget to get the back of your hair.”

“I won’t, I’m not an idiot.” I was using Crosby’s Beachy Waves Curling Iron and Instrument of Torture to loosen up my prison of straight blond hair. I actually liked the effect, but the back was hard to do.

There was a clicking sound behind me and, unwilling to move a muscle that wasn’t ocular, I shifted my gaze to see Crosby in all her underwear-clad glory. It took me a minute to understand what exactly I was looking at.

The deep bronze of her tan was gorgeous. She had been working on it daily for the

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