Джоанна Рок – Rancher In Her Bed (страница 7)

“Do you mean to tell me these are the rejects?” Frankie slowed her step as she neared Annabel’s car. A fresh pang of worry about the dress code hit her. “Do you think a cocktail dress will be okay for tonight, or will I feel really underdressed if I don’t have a gown?”

“You need a gown?” Annabel’s eyes widened. “You’re going to the gala?”

Frankie nodded, her anxiety doubling. “A cocktail dress is the wrong choice, isn’t it?”

“You can wear one of these! No need to return it, even. I’ll bet you are exactly my size.” Annabel looked her over.

She felt self-conscious, knowing that she’d never worn an article of clothing as fine as the dresses in Annabel’s arms.

“That’s far too generous,” she demurred. “I couldn’t possibly—”

“Nonsense.” Annabel clamped a hand on her wrist and tugged her toward the steps. “Cowgirl makeovers are my specialty.”

Was she serious? Frankie had seen a few makeovers on the successful blog.

“Annabel, I’m a mess.” Trepidation growing, she followed her onto the porch and through the front door, into the Currin family’s home, which was more like a palatial Western retreat.

“That’s why you’ll make such a rewarding subject.” Annabel headed straight for the grand staircase. “It will be fun.”

“But you need to get ready, too.” Frankie paused. “I don’t want to be in your way.”

“You won’t be. I can get myself ready in ten minutes flat, if necessary.” She shot her a level look. “Trust me, I timed myself and made a video for my beauty blog about paring down a routine when you’re in a hurry.”

Frankie laughed. “That’s impressive. Okay, I’m game if you are. But I should take my boots off.”

A few minutes later, they were in Annabel’s huge suite. Frankie had stepped inside the Currin home before, but she’d never been past the foyer. Now she peered around Annabel’s massive room in dove gray and off-white, the muted color scheme relaxing and peaceful. She listened to Annabel hum softly to herself while she hung the spare dresses on a narrow wall full of antique hooks near an old-fashioned changing screen. Then she reached into a shelf just inside the walk-in closet and emerged with a pink silk drawstring bag.

“Come with me.” Annabel waved her toward an open door to the en suite bath. “There’s an extra robe on the back of the bathroom door.” She peeked behind the door to be certain. “And toiletries in here.” She set down the pink silk bag on the marble vanity top. “While you shower, I’ll think about what we can do with your hair. Sound good?”

Touched at the thought of Annabel opening her home to her, sharing an expensive gown with her and walking her through getting ready for such a special night, Frankie found herself at a loss for words. She feared if she tried saying thank you she would embarrass herself by bursting into grateful tears.

Nodding, she took refuge in the giant bathroom, surrounded by sleek white marble and pale gray tile accents. A bouquet of gardenias and white clematis spilled over a pewter vase, filling the air with fragrant notes. She washed up as fast as possible, making sure to remove all traces of Texas dust. When she was certain she was spotless, she toweled off with one of the fluffy bath sheets that Annabel had set out for her. Beside the towels, she saw the pink silk drawstring bag. Inside, she found pretty, barely-there underthings with tags still attached, along with a spare toothbrush and sample-sized toiletries. After brushing her teeth, she slid into the spare white robe.

When she opened the door to Annabel’s suite, the space had been transformed. The recessed lights were on a dimmer, so that the bed and living area were now darkened. The brightest area of the room was now the corner that had been behind the changing screen. The painted screen had been folded aside to reveal an old-fashioned dressing table. The whitewashed French country piece had yellow and blue stenciled flowers on the drawers, and a round mirror was illuminated by wall sconces on either side. A small leather stool sat in front of the vanity.

“Are you ready for your makeover?” Annabel waved her deeper into the suite and Frankie noticed her hostess had applied her own makeup in the interim. “I’ve got your seat ready for you.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing all this for me.” As she dropped down onto the leather stool, she tried to articulate the gratitude that had seized her before the shower. “You’re like a fairy godmother.”

“This is fun for me,” Annabel assured her. “I never really found my place on the ranch, but the style business suits me.”

She talked a little more about her work in fashion and beauty blogging, then chatted about her fiancé, Mason Harrison, an executive at Currin Oil. Frankie found herself relaxing while she let Annabel dry her hair and set it in hot rollers, something Frankie had seen but never used.

“So who are you going to the gala with tonight?” Annabel asked once she’d moved on to makeup.

She tipped Frankie’s face this way and that, studying it in the light before reaching for a palette of colors in shades of cream to dark brown.

“Xander, actually.” She explained about the rodeo and the deal they’d made. “So it’s not like a date or anything. Just his way of making sure I didn’t break my neck, I guess.”

Annabel stiffened, dropping the compact she’d been holding.

“Annabel?” Frankie leaned forward to pick up the pretty red case with all the powders. “Are you okay?”

Had she said something wrong?

“I’m fine.” The other woman seemed to force a smile. “Sorry about that, I just got distracted for a moment. You know, we should choose the gown before we do any more. So I can use the right colors for your face.”

Was it Frankie’s imagination, or had Annabel been in a hurry to change the subject? But since she didn’t want to make her hostess uncomfortable, she hopped out of the chair to try on dresses. While she was in the huge closet—really like a room of its own, with a chandelier and padded window seat—trying on the first one, she could hear Annabel talking in the other room. When she emerged in the turquoise silk, however, Annabel was alone, texting on her phone.

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