Free Believe in Us (Jett #2) by Amy Sparling Page B

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Chapter 13
     

     
    My celebration dinner is going to be a hundred times better now that my new parents have told me Jett and his family are coming, too. I’m practically dancing around my room as I get dressed. All of this family stuff has been amazing and life changing but all day I’ve just wanted to share it with Jett. But I need to be here too, at my new house, to experience how wonderful it all is. And now he’ll be at dinner so I get the best of both worlds.
    My fists shake in excitement, and I laugh at myself in the mirror. Everything is so awesome right now, I’m not even sure how to handle it. My brain might just explode. On my death certificate they’ll say the cause of death was too much happiness.
    The white dress is part of my new wardrobe. It’s dual layered. The bottom layer is made out of T-shirt material that’s sleeveless and very short, like a mini skirt. But then a white sheer layer on top has tank top sleeves and it goes down to just above my knees in the front, but gets long and flowy in the back. I feel like a mermaid or some kind of beach princess in it. Even better, Jett had stepped outside to take a phone call when I was trying it on at the mall, so I’m pretty sure he hasn’t seen me in it.
    I want to wow him tonight, so I borrow Becca’s curling iron and use it to make big, flowy curls around my face. I do my makeup, using a combination of the eyeliner I’ve had from the old days with Dawn, and the new makeup I recently bought. I don’t usually wear any makeup around here, especially since it’s so hot outside I’d just sweat it off. But we’re going out to dinner and I want my looks to reflect just how beautiful my life is right now.
    When I’m satisfied with my hair and makeup, I hear Park call out, “Fifteen minutes, girls!”
    Becca calls out, “I only need five!”
    And just to join in on the yelling across the house, I say, “I’m already ready! I win!”
    The bathroom in the master room is almost as big as my bedroom, and it has a built in vanity with a mirror bordered in lights just like some Hollywood actress’s dressing room.
    I knock on the door as I pop my head in.
    “Come on in,” Becca says, motioning with her hand. She leans forward, looking into a handheld mirror on the counter as she applies her mascara.
    “Just bringing back your curling iron,” I say, holding it up. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
    She points to a cabinet to her left. “It goes in there, and you’re welcome to borrow it anytime, dear.”
    Becca stops me when I go to leave. “Turn around,” she says, twirling her finger.
    I spin slowly. Her lips purse. “Hmm . . . you look nice but you need something extra.”
    She walks into her closet, motioning for me to follow. Inside, it’s like a home organizer’s dream. Cubby holes and shelves and rows of hanging clothes. Their master closet is spectacular. Becca goes to a tall jewelry cabinet and pulls open the drawers, searching through them.
    “Here,” she says, smiling as she takes out a silver necklace with a sparkling blue pendant. She puts it around my neck and then steps back to admire me. “Perfect!”
    I finger the sparkling jewel and check out my reflection in the tall mirror mounted inside the closet. “Thanks,” I say softly.
    “Anything in here you can wear any time you want, okay?”
    I nod. So this is what it’s like having a normal mother. I can definitely get used to it.
     
    *
     
    I text Jett on the drive over to the restaurant.
    Me: I miss you
    Jett: I miss you more
    Me: How far away is this place?
    Jett: About 45 minutes, if it’s the place I’m thinking of.
     
    I groan. This day has been so wonderful, waking up and making blueberry pancakes with Becca, then having lunch with her and Park before going to the court house. Even the long line at the DMV was fun, but now that I’m so close to seeing Jett, I’m desperate to be with him again. I’m missing the woodsy scent of his cologne and the