Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love The Reveal

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Hurry the hell up!" I groan.

"Oh shut it, missy. You're so impatient."

"It's been four hours! I know you can go faster than that, Spence."

She rolls her eyes and continues  prodding at my face with strange makeup applicators.

"I told you before we started that it would take a long time. Two hours for hair. Two hours for makeup. And one hour for clothes."

"The party starts in twenty minutes and I'm still in a robe!"

"It's called being fashionably late. Now stop moving or I'll mess up. Then I'll have to start over."

I instantly freeze and shut my mouth, dreading the idea of going through all the pulling and stabbing again.

"And... Done!" She says excitedly.

"Oh, thank god." I breathe out.

"Let's go get your outfit from Carter."

I gulp quietly and follow her down the hall. This is it. My last few minutes as an innocent child. I'm about to look like a total slut.

"Carter! Where are you?"

"Basement!" He shouts back.

Why the hell is he in the basement?

We make our way downstairs, and I try not to move my head. There's no way I'm risking messing up my hair.

Normally, I wouldn't care. And if I'm being completely honest, I don't even care now. But Spencer does, and she would undoubtedly make me let her fix it.

"Hello, ladies. Welcome to my office. My assistant and I have chosen a variety of sexy outfits for you." Carter says in a sophisticated tone.

"Assistant?" I ask.

Carter smirks and steps back, clearing his throat loudly. A moment later, Miles steps into the room with a tape measured around his neck.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ouch, babe. You wound me." He places a hand over his heart in mock pain.

I roll my eyes. "Oh hush, you know I love you. But seriously, why are you here?"

"Well, Carter here, knows nothing about fashion. So, he called me here to help out. You should be proud of me, we spent hours down here, and I didn't even try to fuck him."

Carter instantly begins choking on air as the words casually leave Miles' mouth.

He laughs nervously and walks behind Spencer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Part of me thinks it's to show Miles that he's taken, then again, he also might just be hiding behind her.

I chuckle quietly. "Okay... Well Spencer has to go do her hair and makeup. And didn't you say you already have your outfit picked out?"

She nods. "Yeah. I'll go get ready while you two make Sky sexy."

"Oh, she's plenty sexy." Miles smirks.

I smack the back of his head lightly.

"I know you're joking, but I won't hesitate to make Grayson beat you up."

His eyes widen and he uses his thumb and index finger to make a zipper motion over his lips.

Spencer laughs slightly before waving and making her way upstairs. Carter walks over to me and grins mischievously.