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All Downhill from Here
My dress is red. Mom had scoffed at it when I grabbed it off the rack in
Dillard’s and showed it to her, my head tilted to the side as I looked at the
way it fell over my body. It was a size we both knew would take some
work.
“Lady in red?” she asked. “A little much, don’t you think?”
“Just wear black and blend in?” I shot back.
“Black is slimming,” she said with a smile.
I wore red anyway.
My producer keeps handing me fresh glasses of champagne, and I keep
drinking them like the cheap date I am. My limo mates are Aliana, a
stereotypically loud Italian-American girl from Jersey; Bonnie, a Texas
beauty queen who, judging by the height of her hair, has achieved a
closeness to God previously unknown to man; and Rikki, a twenty-twoyear-old Santa Monica spin instructor whose calves keep catching my
attention whenever she swishes them out from the split in her dress. I
wonder if I was that hot ten years ago.
We speed up into the mountains outside of Malibu, a landscape I can’t
help but find desolate and brown. There’s something beautiful and sad
about it all, million-dollar homes in a dry wasteland that, if we kept going,
would eventually descend into one of the world’s most breathtaking views.
The sun has set, the roads treacherous as the limo scales the mountain.
“You feel good about your intro?” Charlotte asks me. She’s sprawled
out on the floor of our limo in leggings, a tank top, and a zip-up hoodie, her
back against the bottom of a seat, her legs spread out in front of me as she
rests her hands on her stomach; I’d estimate she’s seven months pregnant.
What I want to tell her is that, honestly, I’d feel better if I were blacked out,
but since I’m the mature contestant, practically geriatric by the 1 standards
at thirty-two, and Rikki is already well on her way to blacked out, I can’t be
the drunk girl on night one. Marcus would send me home, and as
embarrassing as all this has been, the more embarrassing thing would be
getting sent home night one.
“Cool and casual,” I tell Charlotte, trying not to wallow in the rest of it.
“Just like me.” I give her a winning smile.
“And that’s why you’re my girl,” Charlotte says, taking a sip of my new
champagne glass before handing it to me and turning to talk to Bonnie.
“I’m just not sure,” Bonnie is saying, “about the reveal.”
Subconsciously, she tugs at the bathing suit under her dress. There’s a sash
under there, too, that says Miss Texas—production had it made for her as
she did not, in fact, win Miss Texas. She was the runner-up. Charlotte
immediately launches into what a great idea it is actually. I snort. Sucker.
“I like you,” Rikki tells me, as if in response to the unladylike sound
that just came out of me.
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