CHAPTER 48
THE NEXT MORNING, I pulled on a pair of dark blue boot-cut jeans while Emmy and Bradley turned their backs. Nick did no such thing. He licked his lips, then groaned as I did the zipper up. The pants were cut far too long for me, but that meant they hid the four-inch platform shoes I needed to wear underneath to bring me up to Emmy’s height.
Emmy didn’t seem to share my embarrassment about getting undressed in front of an audience because she pulled off her loose, floaty top and threw it to me while Bradley stuffed her bra with silicone chicken fillets. After she’d pulled on a long wrap dress, it was onto the hair. Bradley produced wigs for both of us and curled the strands around our faces—all the better to hide them. He’d already worked his magic with make-up, and my bruises
