Swipe Right for Murder by Polly Harris

Author:Polly Harris [Harris, Polly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pauline Harris Editorial
Published: 2021-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“You know, girls are literally damned if they do, damned if they don’t when it comes to Halloween,” I announce as Amelia and I wander the aisles of the Target Halloween section. I don’t know how, but this holiday always seems to sneak up on me when I’m least expecting it. First, it’s all pumpkin patches and plaid sweaters, and then bam, you’ve got to go find yourself some weirdly creative, but not too specific costume to go flaunt in front of all your friends.

“Guys can put in zero effort, and nobody cares. Plus, they somehow manage to make themselves look good in stuff like this, no matter how implausible that sounds,” I add, pointing to a banana costume.

“It’s a work party, right?” Amelia asks me, ignoring my social commentary. I know she agrees with me, but is a little too goal oriented at the moment to verbally confirm it.

Ash had texted me earlier today and invited me to his company’s annual Halloween party. I honestly wasn’t planning on doing much because costumes have never really been my thing, so I accepted. But now that means that I need a costume.

“It probably shouldn’t be slutty then, but you also want to look cute,” Amelia says.

“Exactly. That’s what I was saying. The cute costumes are slutty,” I state, pulling out a nun costume that they’ve managed to finagle into a mini skirt. “And the funny costumes are . . .” I glance over at a juice box costume. “Not exactly flattering.”

“You could be a ghost bride,” Amelia suggests, eyeing a costume.

I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not a big fan of the scary or gross ones.” Which I realize cuts down on my choices here. I don’t want to be scary, no gore, not too tight or short, but I’d like my figure to be at least visible. Although knowing Ash, he’d probably get a bigger kick out of me arriving in a juice box costume than a sacrilegious nun.

“Oh, you’ll like this one,” Amelia declares, running to the end of the aisle and pulling the costume from the hanger.

I tilt my head to the side. “You think it’ll be cute?” I ask.

She nods. “Of course it will.”

***

When my phone buzzes the next evening to inform me of Ash’s arrival, I hurriedly throw my sparkly, red pumps on, trot down the stairs, and swing open the front door to my dorm, striking a sarcastic pose and smiling when Ash laughs.

“Wow,” he says. “Dorothy, huh?”

I shrug. The dress was somewhat comfortable, by Halloween costume standards, the shoes weren’t too high, I got to curl my hair and wear it in pigtails, and—the best part—it came with a small stuffed dog. I hold him out so Ash can see. “Toto.”

“We should’ve joined forces; I could’ve been the Scarecrow. Or the Tin Man!”

“Aw, that would’ve been cute,” I say, following Ash to his car. “I like your . . . pirate costume?”

“I’m Han Solo.” He doesn’t seem insulted though. It kind of just looks like a bunch of things he threw together at the last minute.

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