How Allegiant Should Have Ended

Chapter 27

Tris:

Tobias leaves soon after he arrives, probably after getting kicked out by my best friend. She walks back into the bedroom after the front door closes. "Sorry about the interruption."

"Seriously Chris, can't I just talk to him for a minute?"

"No," she says. "Don't worry, it's only for one more day. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning at 9:30AM. I'll be at your apartment at 6 to help you get ready."

"Why do you have to help me get ready? And why so early?" I moan, already knowing her response.

"I have to help you with hair and makeup! Seriously, Tris, have you met me?"

"Yes I have," I say. "Why can't I just go with sweatpants and a t-shirt?"

She gasps, dramatically covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that."

Christina Tip #16: Don't wear sweats in public.

"Okay, okay, fine, but I have to look somewhat human when you're done."

"Don't worry." Too late, I'm already worrying. "When I'm done with you, you'll look pretty enough to be a model."

"A model for pajamas?"

"Ugh you're making this so difficult!" She throws her hands up in frustration. We both start laughing at her attempt of anger. "But seriously, I'll be there bright and early to make sure Tobias will be staring at you the whole time, if you know what I mean." She winks at me.

"Christina!" I blurt out.

"Sorry," she giggles.

She's a terrible liar. Once a Candor, always a Candor.

I guess the factions never leave us after all.

***

Christina insists we have a girls night before my honeymoon. She calls it her send off. Since Tobias had his bachelor party, she says it's only fitting that I have my own party, but she's the only one that gets to come.

We end up going to a fancy restaurant, about a mile from the Bureau, called Orangee. I feel like I've been here before, but then Christina reminds me that she's been by my side ever since we came outside the fence. But a part of me still wonders.

Apparently, Orangee was based off of a restaurant that originated in Amsterdam, so the food is a bit foreign to Chicago.

But tonight is all about foreign things, including Christina letting me select my own outfit.

"Okay, no, don't wear a t-shirt," she says to me. I put the rugged shirt back into my dresser drawer and turn back to Christina behind me. "Ugh fine, but at least wear a v-neck so it looks like you're trying."

I turn back to the dresser and pull out a black v-neck to hold up for Christina.

"Dauntless?" she asks.

I shrug my shoulders. I didn't even realize the color until she said that. I guess it's just a habit that I'll have to get over.

I select a pair of black jeans to complete the look and step into the closet to change. I pull the t-shirt over my head, trying not to get it caught in my ponytail. Then I slip on the jeans and thread a simple belt through the loops. I step out and let Christina examine me.

She puts a finger on her bottom lip, and looks at me questionably. I can tell it's not the outfit she would have picked for me.

"You look gorgeous, Tris."

"Really?" I ask in astonishment. "I could've sworn you'd hate this outfit."

"Wait, is that why you wore it? So I'd hate it?"

"No, but-"

"Then it's fine," she says. "Look, it's your night, okay? I'm trying to do the nice thing and let you do what you want, so don't make me regret it before we walk out the door."

"Can I see Tobias?" I grin sheepishly.

She sarcastically rolls her eyes. "No," she laughs. She grabs my arm and pulls me out the door.