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My lips parted at that crucial piece of information.
“We will have to drive into Manhattan—Park Avenue.”
No, no, no, no. That sounded fancy.
“It’s a black-tie thing, so you’ll need to dress up. A formal evening
gown.” His gaze went up and down my body with doubt, finally settling back
on my face. “Just like I said.”
“Aaron,” I gritted out through my teeth. “Mierda. Joder.” The Spanish
bad words rolled off my tongue. “A fundraiser? A charity event? That is so
… upper classy.” I shook my head, my hair almost coming off my knot. “No,
it sounds upper I wipe my ass with dollar bills classy. And no, I don’t mean
to be judgy here, but, Jesus.” Bringing my hands to my head, I started pacing
the few feet that comprised my kitchen space. “A little heads-up would have
been nice. You could have told me yesterday, you know? I would have gone
shopping this morning, Aaron. I would have prepared, I don’t know, a few
options for you to choose from. I have no idea what I’m going to do now. I
have a couple of formal gowns, but they are not … right.”
It was past six in the evening and—
“You would have done all that for this?” His lips parted very briefly,
giving him a bewildered air that I was not used to seeing in him. Then, his
jaw returned to its former position. “For me?”
I stopped pacing. “Yes.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Why
was he so shocked? “Of course I would have.” Studying his face, I took in the
weird way in which he was looking at me. “First of all, I would hate to show
up to your ‘charity event’ ”—I air-quoted—“looking like a clown. Believe it
or not, I do have some sense of self-esteem and the ability to get
embarrassed.”
Aaron’s eyes kept shining with that quality that made me nervous.
“And second of all, I wouldn’t want you to retaliate and wear God knows
what to my sister’s wedding, just to spite me. Or like, back out on me for
some kind of etiquette infringement now that I’m counting on you coming to
Spain with me. I …” I trailed off, losing my voice. “I kind of need you, you
know?”
That last part had somehow materialized on my tongue. I didn’t realize it
had left my mouth until it was too late and I wasn’t able to take it back.
“I’d never do that,” he answered, catching me by surprise. “I won’t back
out. We have a deal.”
Feeling exposed by my admission, I averted my eyes. I focused on his