Damn it!
Have a nice day, Olivia. Waiting for you on Wednesday.
With these words, Cache hangs up, and I, limp, remain lying in bed and immersed in thoughts of what would happen if I stopped resisting.
* * *
Just left the shower, I hear voices. Its unusual. You cant confuse Doras unsettled screech. Oddly enough, the second voice, also voiced in elevated tones, belongs to Nick. I hide behind the door, leave it slightly open and turn my head to the crack with my ear.
You are a shameless, mean spy.
I choke on a laugh. But Im not giving myself a break. To impersonate so to impersonate.
You cant dump this at me at the last minute! I already had plans, and I dont even have anything to wear! I can say for sure: Dora is still trying to stay calm, and this is proof of how much she likes Nick; so she tries not to show her true nature. Although I can not judge how she manages to mislead him. It would be interesting to see how long Nick would start to follow her if she began to show herself in all its glory.
If I knew that I would be back, I would have warned. I wanted to surprise you. Nick raises his voice just to shout down Doras screech.
Well, what should I do now?! I cant cancel the meeting with dad. He already
It doesnt matter, Nick consoles her. I can invite someone else.
There is a long pause, filled with such tension that I feel it even through a closed door.
Hand over a little, Nick! Shes about to explode!
Who do you think?
Doras voice is as cold as ice. Interestingly, Nick knows this tone and its meaning?
I have no one; I did not know that you could not go. Although, I think I will be able to persuade someone. No worries.
I almost laughed out loud. No worries. I swear, Dora is already smoking.
I almost feel the smell of boiling brains while she tries to think of someone to make her a safe rival, who is reliable enough and at the same time so unfortunate that she has no plans for the evening and will agree on everything at the last minute.
What about Olivia? I am sure she will be happy to go with you, especially now that you have become her benefactor.
My jaw drops, and on the face, I know this, an expression of deep resentment appears.
Oh my God! So the loser is me!
I appreciate your offer, but doesnt it work on the weekend?
If she got a job with Cash, who knows what her schedule is.
Well, I wont wake her up to ask about it. I think she worked late yesterday.
Yes, but she will not refuse. I will ask her myself.
Nash starts to say something, but the way he cut off the phrase told me: Dora was gone. I quietly close the door and stomp into the bathroom, as if I had just finished taking a shower But I actually finished.
Olivia? Dora calls out to me, knocks loudly on the door and opens it, without waiting for me to answer.
I bite my lip so as not to growl: Here is a witch!
Im here, I say in a sharp tone.
The door opens wide and Dora comes in, stomping loudly. She has an expression of disgust on her face. She does not spend time on courtesy.
Do you work tonight? If not, I need you to go with Nick to the show. You owe it to him.
How similar it is to Dora: to launch heavy artillery from a swoop accusations of ingratitude and blackmail.
What an honor it is for me to be related to the devils mistress herself.
Carefully suppressing the urge to grunt loudly, I reply:
Actually, Im not working tonight. True, I cant go. I am very sorry, but I have nothing to wear to fulfill such interesting duties.
Dora dismisses:
Youll wear something from mine. Im sure you wont stay naked.
I just heard how she complained that she would not have time to buy a new dress for this occasion, and now I am absolutely convinced that I can be sent whatever.
Well, if Nick doesnt care how I look
Dora rolls up in a subtle, derogatory laugh:
Olivia, Im sure Nash wont look at you closely.
I will be honest. I am enraged. Fury, damn it! It is at this moment that I decide to surprise everyone, especially Nick. Dora will regret this day
Even if I have to follow the example of a girl in pink and sew myself a new dress in just seven minutes.
All this happens inside of me. Outside, I smile sweetly at Dora:
In that case, I will be happy to go.
Dora turns around and leaves without saying either thank you, or at least kiss my ass.
I hear her tell Nick that I will go, and she will try to do everything so that I look presentable, and I can not help thinking: it would be nice to pierce this cold-cold heart with a knife for chopping ice and wash off with impunity.
For this, I could get the Nobel Peace Prize. Or at least a thank you call from the Vatican.
This time I dont care about hiding a contemptuous grin.
Chapter 12
I wait until Olivia leaves the bedroom, and I can not get rid of a slight sense of shame. I should not be so happy that I will spend the evening with her.
And I rejoice. It is impossible to deny it.
Nick! calls me Olivia.
I turn to the door to her room. From that place in the living room where I stand, I can see this door. She is ajar, so I only hear Olivias voice, but I dont see her myself.
Yes?
Promise me that if you are embarrassed in this dress, you will go alone. I swear I wont be offended.
Olivia, I dont care what you are
Promise me right away, or I wont leave at all.
Is she stubborn? Well. Who would have thought. But actually I kind of like it.
I am laughing:
Alright, alright. I promise: if I think that I am ashamed of you, I will go alone.
The door closes, a long pause follows, and suddenly the sash flies to the side. The sight that catches my eye takes my breath away.
Dora above Olivia. And slimmer. But Olivia has more rounded shapes. Much more. And every bend of her body is impeccably emphasized by the dress in which she is dressed.
It seems like I used to see Dora in him, and she looked great. But not like that.
The material is the thinnest, dark red color. It flutters from the stream of air raised by the door, which the closer pulls to the box with a choked pant. Olivia stands motionless, giving me time to evaluate herself, and then begins to move towards me. Watching her, I clench my jaws so as not to stand with my mouth open. A haze-like fabric adheres to the body, clearly outlining all forms. With the same success, she could be naked.
Mother of God, I would like it to be so.