Dodd to go to the beach club. She and her brother and sister are going to swing by and pick you up tomorrow at ten. By the way, the club has kick - ass crab cakes with wasabi guacamole. And take this.” Mark handed a credit card to Dani. “I’m sure you’ll need things while you’re here , so just charge whatever you want.”
Dani had a credit card in her mother’s name to use only in extreme emergencies, but this card obviously wasn’t just for dire situations. Dani took the card hesitantly. She certainly wouldn’t use this unless absolutely necessary. Absolutely, completely, no-other-choice necessary. “Thanks, Mark.”
The brunette behind the counter finally finished ringing up the purchases and announced the cost. Dani gripped the counter. “Whoa! Miss, I think you’ve made a mistake with the zeros.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Mark said, reassuring the young brunette. Dani watched in awe as Mark simply pulled out a roll of cash from his pocket and counted out hundred dollar bills. “Actually, I was expecting more.”
Dani noticed some paparazzi on the sidewalk looking into the boutique. But instead of getting annoyed, she was excited. After all, she was with Mark. Her father took the bags and held out his arm for Dani to loop hers through his. The two marched out of the store , and the paparazzi went wild.
Chapter 17
“Are you nervous? Don’t be. Barry Kinch is okay. Most of the time. But he might try to get you to cry, so watch out for that.” The stylist that Mark hired pulled Dani’s hair and clipped sections into large rollers. Despite the fact that he had dropped thousands of dollars on new clothes for Dani this morning, Mark insisted that the stylist bring a rolling hanger full of more outfits for Dani to try on. “Have you ever been on television before?” she asked.
“Only if you count being videotaped while opening my Christmas presents.”
“Okay, let’s let your hair set for a while. Take off your clothes.” The stylist looked expectantly at Dani.
“What?”
“It’s time to tan. Strip down to your undies, my friend.”
“Uh, I don’t think I have time to go tanning right now.”
“Spray tan, Dani. You’ve never had one? All you do is stand in the tub in your underwear and I’ll spray. You’ll glow like you’ve lived your entire life on the beach. You can just pull your bra straps down and tuck them under your arms.”
Dani gripped the sides of the swivel stool. “Nope, not going to happen. You are not spraying me down like you’re sealing a deck.”
“Look in the mirror. Right now you’re fair-skinned, but on TV you’ll look like Anne Hathaway’s long -l ost ghost. You’ll thank me for this.”
A few minutes later, after more examples of pale celebrities who shouldn’t venture onto the red carpet without a tan, Dani stood still in the Jacuzzi tub while the stylist sprayed her and declared that Dani was now “radiant, youthful, and healthy.”
When her tan dried, Dani sat back down in front of the mirror, refusing to open her eyes and see her color. She was probably neon orange. “Fine. I’ll do your makeup, finish your hair, and then can open your eyes. Agreed?” the stylist asked.
“Agreed.”
Aside from the strange tanning experience, Dani had to admit that it was incredibly fun to be pampered. She could feel fake eyelashes being pressed onto her eyelids and eyeliner being applied.
“I’m doing dark eyes and natural lips on you. With the dress we chose, this will be perfect.”
“I’m just going to trust you,” said Dani. She was crazy about her outfit. A plum - colored Marc Jacobs bubble dress paired with navy blue Jimmy Choo pumps with a purple toe. Leila wouldn’t mind the shoes, but the short dress was sure to invite comparisons to teen pop stars if her mother was polite, and prostitutes if she wasn’t.
The stylist finished Dani’s hair and then pushed her off the stool and into the bedroom to get
Dani had a credit card in her mother’s name to use only in extreme emergencies, but this card obviously wasn’t just for dire situations. Dani took the card hesitantly. She certainly wouldn’t use this unless absolutely necessary. Absolutely, completely, no-other-choice necessary. “Thanks, Mark.”
The brunette behind the counter finally finished ringing up the purchases and announced the cost. Dani gripped the counter. “Whoa! Miss, I think you’ve made a mistake with the zeros.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Mark said, reassuring the young brunette. Dani watched in awe as Mark simply pulled out a roll of cash from his pocket and counted out hundred dollar bills. “Actually, I was expecting more.”
Dani noticed some paparazzi on the sidewalk looking into the boutique. But instead of getting annoyed, she was excited. After all, she was with Mark. Her father took the bags and held out his arm for Dani to loop hers through his. The two marched out of the store , and the paparazzi went wild.
Chapter 17
“Are you nervous? Don’t be. Barry Kinch is okay. Most of the time. But he might try to get you to cry, so watch out for that.” The stylist that Mark hired pulled Dani’s hair and clipped sections into large rollers. Despite the fact that he had dropped thousands of dollars on new clothes for Dani this morning, Mark insisted that the stylist bring a rolling hanger full of more outfits for Dani to try on. “Have you ever been on television before?” she asked.
“Only if you count being videotaped while opening my Christmas presents.”
“Okay, let’s let your hair set for a while. Take off your clothes.” The stylist looked expectantly at Dani.
“What?”
“It’s time to tan. Strip down to your undies, my friend.”
“Uh, I don’t think I have time to go tanning right now.”
“Spray tan, Dani. You’ve never had one? All you do is stand in the tub in your underwear and I’ll spray. You’ll glow like you’ve lived your entire life on the beach. You can just pull your bra straps down and tuck them under your arms.”
Dani gripped the sides of the swivel stool. “Nope, not going to happen. You are not spraying me down like you’re sealing a deck.”
“Look in the mirror. Right now you’re fair-skinned, but on TV you’ll look like Anne Hathaway’s long -l ost ghost. You’ll thank me for this.”
A few minutes later, after more examples of pale celebrities who shouldn’t venture onto the red carpet without a tan, Dani stood still in the Jacuzzi tub while the stylist sprayed her and declared that Dani was now “radiant, youthful, and healthy.”
When her tan dried, Dani sat back down in front of the mirror, refusing to open her eyes and see her color. She was probably neon orange. “Fine. I’ll do your makeup, finish your hair, and then can open your eyes. Agreed?” the stylist asked.
“Agreed.”
Aside from the strange tanning experience, Dani had to admit that it was incredibly fun to be pampered. She could feel fake eyelashes being pressed onto her eyelids and eyeliner being applied.
“I’m doing dark eyes and natural lips on you. With the dress we chose, this will be perfect.”
“I’m just going to trust you,” said Dani. She was crazy about her outfit. A plum - colored Marc Jacobs bubble dress paired with navy blue Jimmy Choo pumps with a purple toe. Leila wouldn’t mind the shoes, but the short dress was sure to invite comparisons to teen pop stars if her mother was polite, and prostitutes if she wasn’t.
The stylist finished Dani’s hair and then pushed her off the stool and into the bedroom to get
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