Year of Living Blonde (Sweet Life in Seattle, Book 1) by Andrea Simonne Read Free Book Online Page A

goes for the back seat.
    “Wow, this is a sweet ride,” Lindsay says, settling herself in. “I didn’t know this was your car. And you call her Isadora? That’s so cool.”
    “Thanks.” Blair smiles. She then turns to Natalie. “I didn’t want to take her just because it’s sunny, though. Riding in style to confront Lena will help get you in the right frame of mind. It’s like wearing new clothes. You feel different about yourself. You’ll see.”
    Natalie looks around. “Hey, I’m not arguing. I feel different already.”
    Blair motions at both of them. “All right, ladies, sunglasses please.”
    The three of them immediately put on their sunglasses. Natalie feels like she’s being initiated into some sort of club.
    Blair turns and inspects everyone. “Hmm, luckily there’s some red lipstick in my purse.” She directs Lindsay to the purse on the floor behind the driver’s seat. “Why don’t you get some out for Natalie? In fact, we could all use some.”
    “But I don’t wear lipstick,” Natalie complains.
    “You do today. And don’t argue. Lipstick and Isadora go together like cupcakes and butter cream frosting. Good lipstick is armor, and from what I’ve heard, you’re going to need all the armor you can get.”
    Lindsay finds the tube in Blair’s bag and puts some on. She passes it up to Natalie.
    “You don’t need a mirror?” Natalie asks her.
    “Nope.”
    Natalie turns to look at her and, of course, her sister’s lipstick is perfect.
    Lindsay kisses the air and then grins. “Years of training. My specialty is putting on makeup in a moving car while getting dressed.”
    Blair laughs while Natalie rolls her eyes. “I’m not sure if I want to know how you acquired that specialty.”
    “In a completely innocent way, I assure you.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    Natalie opens the tube grudgingly and pulls the sun visor down. “Well, I definitely need a mirror,” she mutters.
    It feels strange putting on red lipstick, but Natalie has to admit the color is right. It’s not a clown red, but more like the color of ripe sweet cherries. She puts her sunglasses back on and turns toward the two of them. “How do I look?”
    “Not bad,” Blair says. “Not bad at all. There’s something missing, though.”
    Lindsay reaches behind Natalie and pulls the ponytail band out of her hair, so it flows freely.
    Blair grins. “Perfect! You should wear your hair down more often.”
    “That’s what I’m always telling her, but she won’t listen.”
    Natalie checks herself out in the sun visor again. She’s surprised by her appearance. Between the lipstick, sunglasses, and her hair flowing loosely, she looks okay.
    She leans back in the seat and rests her arm on the door, feeling glamorous. It’s a foreign sensation, but she has to admit she sort of likes it. Maybe Blair is on to something with this whole traveling in style business.
    “So do you know what you’re going to say to Lena?” Blair glances over at her as she drives.
    Natalie has been thinking about it all morning. “I’m going to ask her how she can do it, you know? How she can be with a married man. I want her to know there are consequences from her actions and that she’s hurting people.”
    Blair nods. “That’s not a bad approach.”
    “Well, if you ask me, I think you should go in there swinging.” Lindsay leans forward. “Forget talking to her. That bitch deserves a world of hurt.”
    Natalie laughs. “I’m not exactly the violent type. Besides, did you see her yesterday? She looks more muscular than Peter.”
    “So what? If you need help, we can take her. What do you say, Blair?”
    Blair shrugs. “I am pretty strong.”
    “Plus I just started a boxing class last month, so I’ve got moves,” Lindsay says.
    “Oh, I was just reading about boxing for women recently,” Blair exclaims. “How is it?”
    “It’s totally awesome. Way more fun than I thought it would be. Plus it’s great for self-defense.”
    As the two