Lashes Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen I've been asked to attend the Golden Globes but not as someone's date. I guess I'm no longer considered arm candy, so Sofia would be my escort. Poor girl wasn't happy when I explained that she would have to wear a designer dress, heels and have a makeover. Yup, she wasn't happy camper. "How can you ask me to do something so against my beliefs," she whined. "Sofia, it's fun and you're going to look so pretty, and I have to go, and you're my bodyguard, so you might...