“How do I look?” she asks. Beautiful. But I feel the hot gazes of Charlie and Farrow. They’re quiet, which means they’re listening. Fuck it. “Beautiful,” I tell her. Surprise parts her lips, but her smile reaches her eyes. “Tom called you an honorary Cobalt this morning on the phone,” she says. I didn’t know that. Charlie overhears and he calls out to us. “Until you two stop fake dating.” His yellow-green eyes pierce me. “Then you turn back into a pumpkin.” We hold each other’s gaze. He’s calling me the Cinderella in all of this.
