Barbara Brooke [Glimmers 01] Glimmers (epub)

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.Lydia whispers, “It wouldn’t hurt for you to learn some information about the guests, as well.You know, like where they’re from and what they like to do for fun.Stuff like that.We’re on.Let’s go meet and greet.”The wait staff enters the main dining room in perfectly synchronized, almost choreographed, movements.“Breathtaking,” I whisper.Ornate chandeliers, with dangling crystals and emeralds, hang over circular tables.In the center of each table is a beautiful vase of fresh flowers, along with some candles, and gorgeous emerald-green water glasses.The guests are already seated.Nervously, I gulp and approach my first table.There, in front of me, sits a group of eight sophisticated looking people.Jewels and fancy gowns bedazzle the women and the men wear tailored suits.One by one, they stop mid-sentence and offer me their drink orders.Strangely enough, I am able to push aside my nerves, and the night flies by in a complete blur.~ * * * ~By the time all the guests have cleared the room, Lydia and I find ourselves sitting at one of the tables.“Thanks Lydia, I can’t believe I made it through the night without a single major accident.I mean, I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my feet and spill a drink on someone.”Lydia waves a dismissive hand.“You did great, kiddo.See, you worried for nothin’.Are you ready to celebrate?”“Celebrate? What do you have in mind?” I know my friend too well not to feel both thrilled and nervous.“You brought a change of clothes, right?” Lydia looks at me questionably.I nod eagerly, and she smiles in her mischievous way.“Good, then you just leave the rest to me.It’s only 10:00, and we’re only young once.”With that, we leave The Greenbrier behind, ready to find ourselves a good time.~ * * * ~As Lydia drives her car toward town, I jump into the backseat and transform my appearance.I put on my favorite floral pink sundress, add a jean jacket, and then slip on my tan boots.Since I’ve practiced it many times before, changing in the car is easy.After returning to the front seat, I check my hair and lipstick in the mirror.“When do you plan on telling me where we’re heading?” I ask anxiously.“Some of the gang’s gonna be at Max’s Bar.I figured we’d start there,” she says and pulls over to the side of the road.“Are you ready to take the wheel? I need to get out of this uniform and make myself over.I’m anxious to see if Bradley will be there.He’s so fine, just thinking about him makes my toes curl.”Lydia’s toes are constantly curling for one guy or another.I, on the other hand, don’t have much time for romance.My life is full enough.I’m happy and have other ideas for my future; one that doesn’t include any of the men I know.Thank you very much.After jumping into the passenger seat, Lydia exclaims, “Let’s tear it up!”She has successfully changed into a black and white striped shirt and a pair of high red pumps.I’m not surprised to see her stone washed jeans.They’re her favorite; she has often told me how proud she is of the Guess logo on the back.Lydia has frosted blonde hair that stands high above her head.Although I think she wears too much eye shadow and hot-pink lipstick, she’s definitely pretty.My excitement’s high after having such an awesome night at my new job.With my close friend leading the way, I’m ready to make the first night of summer a memorable one.Not long after entering the familiar bar, Lydia squeals, “Bradley’s here! Let’s go over there and chat it up!”“I’ll meet you in a minute.I’m gonna have the jukebox play our favorite song,” I say with a smile.“Okay.Wish me luck with Bradley!” Lydia says and scurries off to where her latest crush is playing darts.Max’s bar is busier than usual.I know just about everyone here.In fact, most of us started kindergarten together.As I push my way through the crowd, I smile and hug many of my old friends.Against the back wall, right next to the pool table, sits my jukebox.Coins fall into the music machine, and it plays my song.I close my eyes and hum lightly, allowing Tom Petty’s lyrics to flow through me.American Girl.“This is a great song choice.” Some guy says, interfering with my song, but I don’t look up.I’m trying to ignore him, when he adds, “I was getting tired of listening to big hair bands and heavy metal.For a brief second, I considered changing the music, but I’m glad you beat me to it,” he says, and I open my eyes to see who is brave enough to interrupt.Wow, I’m unable to respond and simply stare, dumbstruck.It takes an uncomfortable minute before I realize this is the point at which I’m supposed to insert a witty comment…My eyes slowly trail up his tall well-built frame, and I just know my cheeks are turning pink.I must say something [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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