Taneesha: Now I didn’t like her per se, but why did they kill Allison?
Michelle: You are so behind.
Taneesha: I can’t spend my life binge-watching teen angst.
Elli: The actress hated the writing on the show and left when they refused to budge. She’ll be back though.
Christina: Are we doing that? Really? Cause Anakin is Luke’s father.
Elli: The mother is actually dead and Norman is dressing up as her. Wig and everything.
Michelle: The butler did do it in Clue.
Elli: Technically only in one ending.
Christina: Romeo and Juliet die in the end.
Michelle: Spike dies.
Elli: He comes back on Angel though. Only good thing about that show.
Taneesha: I refuse to forgive them for what they did to Cordelia. Whedon’s feminism can bite me.
Taneesha: Oh, God. Brogammer just asked me to do his job. What a dick.
Elli: I wish there was something I could do to help.
Taneesha: The fact you care is comforting. I’m just so pissed though!
Christina: The next potluck just pee in the lemonade.
Christina: What? I’m giving her a clear plan. I thought you would love that.
Michelle: Times like this I wonder if I’m adopted.
Christina: Nope. You’re my sister. Suck it up. I’m awesome.
Michelle: LOL Keep this up and I’ll exact a boss-level kind of revenge. I’ll tell Mom you like dresses again.
Christina: I would end you.
Taneesha: This sister fight is giving me life.
Elli: What would your mother do? Send you dresses or something?
Christina: She would.
Michelle: Mom would email her fabric swatches from now until Christina’s old and gray.
Christina: Have you called her recently? I’ve been avoiding her.
Michelle: I’ve tried but she knows my assistant. They get along.
Aditi: You guys are horrible. I see the resemblance now.
Taneesha: Okay. I have the Walking Dead as the other show I’m supposed to watch because you guys love it.
Elli: DO NOT WATCH.
Michelle: Listen to Elli. Don’t do it.
Christina: Just rewatch GoT.
Taneesha: Okay. What’s wrong with it?
Christina: You know the first person to die in every horror movie?
Taneesha: Oh, God.
Christina: Yeah. They do that at least once a season.
Taneesha: And now I’m uber pissed again.
Christina: I can send you happy pills.
Michelle: Calling Mom now.
Christina: I’m out.
Elli: I love you guys.
Cheri, Lydia, Miriam . . . one of the three assistants in Vivi’s bedroom handed Christina another fancy dress. Not that Christina wasn’t trying to remember them, but they all had blonde hair, all in the same shade, and they all wore it pin straight. It was like looking at stunt doubles for fashion, all dressed in black.
“I don’t like the way this dress hangs on you,” Cherlydam said. “Try this one. It’s Armani. You always look good in Armani.”
Christina rolled her eyes and flipped through a magazine. This was hour two of getting Vivi ready for yet another red carpet event—the MTV Movie and TV Awards, to be exact. Award shows were the most boring, uncomfortable torture chambers created by Hollywood elites, but the purpose was to be seen. Specifically, the point was to be the next day’s buzz. JLo became JLo after the V-neck dress to end all V-neck dresses at an MTV Awards show. So the event was a big deal. Really, Christina should have remembered that when she agreed to publicly date Vivi weeks ago.
Guess all the rock stars were semi-right. Good pussy made you do crazy things.
Christina shifted onto her stomach on the bed and tried to drone out the chatter of accessories and heels. She couldn’t fault Cherlydam for being professionals. They were up on the current trends and had contacts they name-dropped and from whom they sometimes borrowed expensive items. Christina was into fashion, too, though mostly as a by-product of her upbringing and only honed by her taste in unisex clothing.
The point was Cherlydam spoke her mother’s language. Christina grew up having to listen to long discussions about eyelets, gathering, and proper hemlines. It was ironic that she was avoiding her mother and still found herself having to listen to conversations like this.
A second later she snapped to attention at the sound of her name.
She was not going to do the whole “Does my ass look fat?” thing. Not ever. And she could practically smell the stench of that in the air. “Hmmm.”
Vivi’s voice washed over her. “What do you think of this one?”
Christina flipped another page. “The dress is nice.”
“You didn’t even look.”
Maybe she could make up a doctor’s appointment or just leave without an excuse until it was her turn to pick an outfit.
Christina sighed and glanced up. The dress looked like it would break the hanger from all the beaded embellishments. A sheer lace kept it together and gave it a willowy feel. Vivi, in skimpy lace underwear and a nude strapless bra,...