“Good advertising for me,” Meg said, but Cara intuited another motive—proving that Big Sis could indeed look like date bait.
The black halter-style bodice bared both Cara’s shoulders and almost all of her spine inasmuch as it plunged to the waist at the back. The gown’s red skirt flared out in tiered ruffles, giving the costume a Spanish look. For a finishing touch Meg pinned her sister’s blond hair up and fashioned a small Spanish fan at the crown.
“There,” Meg said. “Fantastic!”
Cara studied her reflection. “It’s sorta far out, don’t you think? All that’s missing is a rose between my teeth.”
“Get real, Cara. For once you’re showing the world what a real glamour gal you can be. That clotheshorse Brooke will be so jealous.”
“Brooke has other things on her mind. She’ll be too preoccupied with her quarry to pay notice to anyone else.”
“How much moolah do you think she’ll ante up to ensure Wyatt leaves on her arm?”
“Whatever it takes. She will not be denied this opportunity. She’s been lusting after him for eons.”
Meg sat on the side of the bed. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have money enough to buy a fancy date like that?”
“Actually it’d be nice to have money enough for new tires.” Money. It had defined much of their existence the past seven years. “One of these days,” Cara assured Meg, “when you’re a famous designer and I’m a senior executive...maybe I’ll buy myself a man, too. After the new tires, of course.”
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