6
Brooke
“What just happened in there?” Luca asked when we climbed back into the truck.
“Do you mean Paulo? Sometimes he can be a little…extra.”
“Extra… Right. Do I have glitter on my shirt?”
“Uh, yes?”
And in his hair, and on his face, and on his pants.
“Fuck.” He batted at the fabric with his hands, and then Deck’s truck was covered in glitter too. “Glad I kept my sunglasses on.”
“How did that help with the glitter?”
“It didn’t. But being in that room was like staring into the sun.”
“Oh, you mean Darla’s outfit?”
I’d gotten used to her fashion choices over the years. Her style tended toward voluminous. Think caftans, muumuus, and tent dresses, which until I met Darla, I’d thought were all the same thing. Apparently, they weren’t. Muumuus were yokeless dresses that hailed from
