Evermore - Alyson Noel [25]
The second Riley pops back in she shakes her head and says, “All clear—finally! I mean, first she put the nose on, then she took it off, then she put it back on and turned to check out her profile, only to take it back off again. I swear it took all of my will not to just snatch it off her face and chuck it out the window.”
I freeze, holding my breath, hoping she didn’t do any such thing, because with Riley you just never know.
She plops herself onto my desk chair and uses the tip of her sparkly green fin to propel herself around. “Relax,” she says. “Last I saw, she left it in the bathroom, next to the sink. And then some guy called needing directions, and she went on and on about what a great job you did on the house, and how she can hardly believe you handled it all by yourself, and bippidy-blah-blah.” She shakes her head and frowns. “You must really love that, huh? Taking all the credit for our hard work.” She stops spinning and gives me a long, appraising look. “So, Marie Antoinette,” she finally says, her eyes taking a tour of my costume. “I never would’ve guessed. I mean, it’s not like you’re all that big on cake.”
I roll my eyes. “For your information, she never said that about the cake. It was a vicious tabloid rumor, so don’t you believe it,” I tell her, unable to stop mirror gazing, as I recheck my makeup and pat my wig, hoping it will all stay where it’s supposed to. But when I catch Riley’s reflection, something about the way she looks makes me stop and move toward her. “Hey, you okay?”
She closes her eyes and bites her lip. Then she shakes her head and says, “Jeez, would you look at us? You’re dressed as a tragic teen queen, and I’d do anything just to be a teen.”
I start to reach for her, but my hands fumble at my sides. I guess I’m so used to having her around that I sometimes forget how she’s not really here, how she’s no longer part of this world, and how she’ll never grow any older, never get the chance to be thirteen. And then I remember how it’s all my fault to begin with, and I feel a million times worse. “Riley, I—”
But she just shakes her head and waves her tail around. “No worries.” She smiles, floating up from the chair. “Time to greet the guests!”
Haven came with Evangeline, her codependent donor friend, who, big surprise, is dressed like a vampire too, and Miles brought Eric, some guy he knows from his acting class who looks like he might actually be pretty cute beneath that black satin Zorro mask and cape.
“I can’t believe you didn’t invite Damen,” Haven says, shaking her head and skipping right past hello. She’s been mad at me all week, ever since she learned he didn’t make the list.
I roll my eyes and take a deep breath, tired of defending the obvious, of having to point out yet again how he’s clearly ditched us, becoming a permanent fixture not just at Stacia’s lunch table but also her desk. Procuring rosebuds from all manner of places, and how his art project, Woman with Yellow Hair is beginning to look suspiciously like her.
I mean, excuse me for not wanting to dwell on the fact of how despite the red tulips, the mysterious note, and the intimate gaze we once shared, he hasn’t spoken to me in almost two weeks.
“It’s not like he would’ve come anyway,” I finally say, hoping she won’t notice how my voice just cracked in betrayal. “I’m sure he’s out somewhere with Stacia, or the redhead, or—” I shake my head, refusing to continue.
“Wait—redhead? There’s a redhead too?” She squints at me.
I shrug. Because the truth is, he could be with just about anyone. All I know is that he isn’t here with me.
“You should