And if you get lucky with one of the hottie lifeguards, you can hole up there for a little afternoon delight.” Kayla raised her eyebrows suggestively. “This is an incestuous little group here, so you’re sure to fall prey to one our local boys soon enough. Oooh, Chelsea and Violet are here already!” Kayla waved happily at two girls lazing in cushioned lounge chairs next to a large white tent. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. Come on!”
Chapter 20
“I kid you not,” Kayla’s friend Chelsea insisted as she sipped a papaya spritzer. Chelsea had just finished filling Dani in on the perks of having a mother who owned the country’s most-watched home shopping network. “Believe me, my mother could spend hours telling you how any one of her contraptions would change your life. If you ever need a gold lamé purse, an outfit designed by Beyonce’s mother, or an automatic stainless - steel vacuum-sealer, I’m your girl. Don’t be shy.”
“I’ve always had a deep interest in vacuum-sealing , so I may take you up on that.” Dani smiled, adjusted her bikini bottom, and stretched her arms above her head, relaxing in the sun.
“So, Dani, what do you think of California so far? Is this your first time out here?” Violet looked around, trying to signal a waiter for more drinks.
Violet had the quintessential California -b londe look. Her golden hair ran down her back, nearly reaching her waist, and was streaked with perfect white highlights. She’d told Dani that she was also fifteen, but Dani found it nearly impossible to reconcile her age with her very shapely figure. Dani’s first impulse had been to hate this beautiful girl, but she was so friendly—and seemingly oblivious to her beauty—that it made it impossible not to be drawn to her. Her father was apparently a highly paid motivational speaker who traveled the country lifting the spirits of the depressed wealthy.
“This is my first trip to L.A. , and so far it’s been great. The circumstances are a bit unusual, but I’m loving it,” Dani said.
“Do you have some fun plans with your new father?” Kayla asked.
“I’m going to Mark’s premiere for The Clone Faction in a few days, so that should be cool.”
“Fantastic! I don’t suppose you’ve hit the red carpet before, huh? Do you have a dress yet?”
“Mark said he is arranging for one. I have no idea what it looks like.”
“Do you know who the designer is?” Violet asked. “That’s all that matters.”
“Um, I have no idea. He did say Carrie Underwood had worn one like it…”
“Oh, God. This could go either way,” Chelsea said with alarm. “If the dress blows, call us and we’ll help you out.”
“Absolutely.” Kayla said with excitement. “And don’t worry. We won’t let Chelsea do your hair.”
“Shut up,” said Chelsea. Her black hair was streaked with strips of electric pink. “This hair makes my mother so insane that I can’t stop dyeing it. I think I have an addiction. Last winter, these pink strips were blue. It drives her crazy. Same deal with my clothes and makeup. You’ll never catch me wearing some perfectly tasteful Diane Von Furstenberg dress.”
Violet’s eyes widened. “Yeah, you should have seen her mother when she saw what Chelsea was wearing to the fall formal at school. Black army boots with a sheer, shredded, Courtney Love-inspired masterpiece of a design. And the leather arm cuffs didn’t help your poor mom, either!”
“I hate all this black stuff,” Chelsea moaned. “Half the reason I come to the beach club is so I can wear a bathing suit and get out of that junk.”
“One day you’ll have tortured your mother enough.” Kayla turned to Dani. “So, what’s your beach club like at home?”
Dani sat up and surveyed the gorgeous ocean and even more gorgeous people around her. “We don’t exactly have a beach club. There is a lake nearby that I go to in the summer. My best friend Sam is working
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