Thursday, January 5, 2012
"You want me to wear what?"
"Oh stop," Angela laughed, snatched the plate of goodies and pointed toward the dressing room, "you'll look like a goddess and you're lucky, the Vegas girls have to wear Cleopatra ponytails."
"I'll look like a moron." I muttered, snicking the door shut behind me. I took a closer look at the outfit, opened the door and stuck my head out. "Where's the rest?"
"That's it." Angela shrugged and plucked a second cookie from the plate.
With a baleful glance at the door, I shucked off my shirt and jeans, and tossed them on the chair. Rob was right, I'd make more money on the casino floor than I would pushing papers in the food and beverage office. Determined, I grabbed the gold trimmed toga, slid down the zipper and eyed the industrial strength corset and cups. I tugged the outfit on and tried the zipper, but there was a four inch gap to be crossed. Hah, I knew it wouldn't fit. "I need a bigger size."
I jumped as Angela opened the door. "Turn." She barked through a mouthful of pins. When I complied, she grasped the sides of the dress and yanked them together. "Zip."
Blowing out a breath, I did as ordered and watched my waist shrink three sizes. Then I sucked in a cautious breath and groaned as my breasts popped high above the neckline. Red stained my cheeks. "But?"
"But nothing." She laughed. "Not so worried about the hem length now are you?"
Mute, I shook my head. She handed over an oval cocktail tray and shoved me toward the hallway. The Tahoe property is small and long before I was ready, I pushed my way onto the floor, wobbled past a bevy of towering Amazon Barbies and promptly hid between the slot machines.
I gave myself a peptalk. Everyone I knew at Caesars wore a uniform, so why was I embarrassed? It wasn't like I'd ever see my folks in the casino. Shoulders square, I stepped into the flow of traffic and blanched.
"There you are." Rob grinned, but he wasn't alone. "Mom, Dad, this is Kelly."
I registered silver hair, impeccable dress, smiling faces. Oh holy crap, dressed like Jezebel and face to face with June and Ward Cleaver. The tray trembled in my hands and I suffered a full body spasm. I'd kill him. The moment Rob's parents were out of sight I was going to kill him.
Oblivious, Rob rattled on, but eyes twinkling, Betsy clasped my hand in hers and we started to laugh.