Revenge of the Girl With the Great Personality by Elizabeth Eulberg Read Free Book Online Page B

clothing-store chain. We’re here to make dreams happen. Tell me — wait, don’t. I’m getting something.”
    Taylor laughs as I walk around him, tapping my finger on my lips.
    “Yes, I’m sensing a great academic journey coming up. May I suggest our tailored, straight-fit khaki?”
    “Sign me up!”
    I lead Taylor over to our men’s section, ask his size, and start piling different shirts and pants into his arms.
    “I didn’t realize you were so bossy,” he says as I put another shirt in his stack.
    “Not bossy, just really good at my job.” I lead him toward the dressing room. “I’ll be waiting here for the fashion show. Hurry it up.”
    “Okay, man, you’re fast. I’m hoping we can be done with this by the time my mom comes. She spends forever looking at every single item of clothing. If shopping were an endurance sport, she’d be a world-record holder.”
    I go into the empty dressing rooms and start cleaning up. Taylor comes out in a pair of khakis and a dark-blue-and-white-checkered shirt that’s buttoned up all the way to the top.
    “What?” He can probably tell from my shaking head that he’s done something wrong.
    “You’ve got to loosen up.” I unbutton the cuffs of the shirt and begin to fold them up three times. Then I unbutton two buttons at the front.
    “Are you undressing me?” Taylor raises his eyebrow.
    “In your dreams.” I stand back and gesture for him to turn around.
    Taylor obliges and twirls around a few times. “I’m kinda feeling like a piece of meat here.”
    “Shut it and pose for me, model boy.” I shake my head. “It’s not quite right. Button up your collar — I’ll be right back.” I run and grab a few ties. “Here.” I put the tie around him and start to tie it.
    “You know how to tie a tie?” He seems impressed.
    “Yep.” No thanks to my dad.
    “There you are!” Taylor’s mom walks in, her hands full of shopping bags from all the pricey stores in the mall. “Oh, doesn’t that look nice?” Mrs. Riggins makes Taylor turn around for her. “Well done, Lexi.”
    “Thanks. What I was thinking is that he could wear this during the campus tours and then …” I go into his dressing room and pull out a matching blazer. I hand it to Taylor to put on. “He can put this on for the interview. If it’s cooler out, he can wear a sweater vest over it.”
    “I’m so not wearing a sweater vest,” Taylor objects.
    Mrs. Riggins nods to herself. “Try one on anyway.”
    Taylor sulks and goes into the dressing room to put on the vest I pulled for him.
    “See, that’s not so bad,” Mrs. Riggins says when her not-amused son returns.
    Taylor steps back and looks in the mirror. “Hey, this actually looks pretty cool. I look like I belong in, like, GQ or something.” He then poses like he’s looking at his watch, then puts his hand on his chin like he’s in deep thought.
    “I put together a few other color combinations as well, sticking with the basic colors, figuring Taylor wouldn’t be caught dead in a peach.”
    “Good call.”
    Mrs. Riggins smiles warmly at me. “We’ll take it all. Thanks so much, Lexi.”
    “Of course.”
    She follows me to the cash register. I start ringing up what will most likely be my biggest sale of the week, if not the month. She hasn’t once looked at a price tag.
    “How are things with your family?” she asks.
    I do my best to smile. “Great.”
    “And your sister? Are things going well on the pageant circuit for her?”
    Since I spend so much time talking about pageants at home, I usually try to avoid the topic when I’m at work or school. But I give her a big wide smile. “Wonderful. She was crowned Princess last week, and we’ve got another pageant this weekend.”
    “That’s wonderful.” She pulls out a platinum credit card. “She came by Taylor’s dad’s office a few weeks ago for some kind of fundraising.”
    No. Please no.
    I specifically asked Mom that anybody associated with me not be put in an