Despite the fact the Lexington's Love Wins Event was in an hour, Paisely still hadn't even gotten around to shaving her legs, let alone getting ready.
So when the doorbell rang exactly thirty minutes before the event and she opened the door to find her boyfriend, Chris, looking like her prince charming in a suit from Neiman Marcus and red hair slicked back, her face flushed in guilt.
"Um...what are you doing here?" She managed innocently.
"How did I know you weren't ready?" Chris sighed in the doorway, taking in her pink baggy Christopher Kane sweater, matching leggings, and her childish pigtails. When it came to lounging around her own home, Paisely tended to lean towards what was comfortable instead of dressing up. Unlike Erika, who always looked like a model even when she was in her own room!
"I don't think I wanna go to that," Paisely finally admitted. "I think I'm kind of sick and-"
Chris only chuckled which had the jellybeans in her stomach wound in knots again. "Aw, baby, are you scared?"
Paisely nodded, wondering if she could lure him away from the event herself with the promise of a Pretty Little Liars marathon and "chill". She was practically everyone's cup of tea at the party but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was all temporary. Surely, someone would realize she wasn't the savior in this situation.
And Erika's words were still floating around in her pretty little head; 'You're the new shiny game piece everyone wants to play with.' But eventually playing with the same game piece can get boring.
"Well, that blows but you're going to have to suck it up." Chris said dismissively, leaving Paisely dumbfounded and then he waved out the door into the brisk night before moving past her into the home foyer and up the rainbow-stone steps leading to the balcony looking over the first floor - the Mont Vernons had gone on a hipster rave during renovations and now the house reminded Paisely of a posh Candy land.
Paisely stumbled up the stairs after him and through the windowed walls of the second floor that looked over the pool-lit backyard, she could see the workers her sister, Jill, had hired setting up pink flamingo floats and chocolate fountains in preparation of the Weston Day School party she was having.
Her sister was a complete alpha and took every opportunity that their parents were out of town to throw a party - the highlight of her events usually being seven minutes of Heaven in the manor's private sauna in which middle school grade rich kids thought a peck on the lips was a naughty rush.
Paisely followed Chris up another round of stairs. "We don't have to go," She said, trying her best to sound sly but she wasn't really adept at being persuasive unless she was drunk. "We could go to Jill's party or go shopping or-"
Chris turned to face her once they made it to her blindingly pink room that made Paisely always want to giggle whenever Chris lounged around her bedroom. He contrasted heavily with her pink satin bed sheets, baby pink royal couches, the stuffed teddy bears dressed in pink floral Gucci dresses sitting neatly on her bed and the soft pink tint the room always had thanks to the groovy globe lights.
"Or we could just stay here," Paisely finished quietly. "And relaaaax."
Chris smiled that smile most of her friends thought was nerve racking but Paisely found adorable - and ninety-percent gorgeous. "You're so cute," He said affectionately, caressing her cheek for a moment and Paisely literally could grow wings - and then he cracked a grin. "But you have to show up."
He ventured into her beloved walk-in closet, leaving Paisely dumbfounded yet again.
"Why?" She asked quizzically, peering into her equally pink-and-white closet to see Chris looking through racks and racks of designer dresses. The closet could almost pass for a section at Saks.
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