Chapter Sixteen
EMILY
Watching Evan sweat was worth the three hours it took to get ready tonight. Between curling my hair, doing my nails, makeup, and getting dressed—it nearly took a village. Most days when I go to work, I throw my hair into a ponytail or low bun with minimal face coverage. I’ll put on some lipstick and mascara, then call it a day. Maybe if I can’t find my contacts, I’ll put my glasses on and rush out the door. Getting dressed up is fun every once in a while, though Kiera was more than happy to “s*x me up” for tonight—her words, not mine.
“Trent looks good in a suit,” I tell Kiera as I watch him walk on stage.
“He looks f*****g fuckable,” she blurts out with a wide grin.
“Tonight’s first eligible bachelor is Trent Laken. He’s a thirty-six-year-old veterinarian who en
