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"Very short," Emma added. "I suggest you don't bend over."
"So I'll wear cute panties," Sam said. "What do you have to go with it?"
"Help yourself," Emma said, gesturing to the drawer where she'd neatly folded her tops.
"Hey, can I wear the tapestry vest you had on at the airport?" Sam asked. "Please, pretty please?"
Emma took it off a hanger and handed it to her. Sam donned the vest over her bare skin, buttoning it over her breasts but leaving the lower buttons undone so that her tanned midriff showed.
"Well?" Sam asked.
"I just don't know how you do it," Carrie marveled. "I've never seen anybody do with clothes what you can do with them."
"It's a gift," Sam said, admiring her reflection fore and aft in the mirror. She turned back to Carrie. "How about if I help you two put together killer outfits?"
al don't know," Carrie said. "I'd feel naked in the kind of clothes you wear."
"Live dangerously," Sam instructed. She went to the other side of the closet, where Carrie's clothes hung, and pawed through them. "This is max!" Sam said, pulling out a long, white, lacy T-shirt.
"It's a beach coverup," Carrie laughed.
"Correction," Sam said. "It was a beach coverup. If you wear this white stretch miniskirt and that white stretch aerobics top underneath, it will be sensational." Sam
reached for the skirt and the top and handed them to Carrie.
"BuW Carrie protested.
"No buts," Sam interrupted. "Like I said, live dangerously."
Carrie looked undecided for a second. "All right, I will," she said finally. "I'll try it on, anyway. But you two have to promise you'll tell me if I look fat." Carrie headed into the bathroom to change.
"Now, what do we do with little Miss Heiress?" Sam mused, eyeing Emma critically. "Something that will not involve a little black dress and a string of your grandmother's pearls ..."
"I can dress myself," Emma answered with a slight edge to her voice.
"Hey, I'm only kidding, Em. You know that, don't you?" Sam said anxiously. "I'm just having fun. You can dress however you want."
Emma saw the contrite look on Sam's face and felt guilty for taking the whole thing so seriously. She gave herself a mental shake. That was the old Emma talking, she realized, the one who could freeze people out, just like her mother did. The last thing in
the world she wanted was to be anything at all like her mother.
"Sorry," Emma said with a small smile, "Go ahead, experiment."
Sam did. An hour later, when the three girls surveyed themselves in the mirror, they liked what they saw. Emma and Sam had finally convinced Carrie that she looked fabulous in the white outfit. Sam had even gotten some mascara and blush onto Carrie's face, despite the fact that Carrie almost never wore makeup. Emma had on a short pink dress with black lace-trimmed Lycra bike shorts underneath. It was an outfit she never would have put together, not in a million years. Sam still had on Emma's su-pershort skirt and sexy vest, and she had pouffed out her hair and sprayed it into a mass of wild curls.
"You're absolutely certain that I don't look fat?" Carrie asked, looking down at the bare skin peeking through her lacy T-shirt.
"Carrie, you have a great figure!" Emma assured her. "You look hot."
"We all do," Sam stated. "What do you say we go break a few hearts?"
They got a taxi in front of the hotel and
quickly made it over to Stingray's. The music was so loud that they could hear it before they were even out of the taxi. Carrie glanced up at the car on the roof bathed in a hot pink light as she and Emma followed Sam into the club.
The cavernous room pulsated with the beat of a rap record played at ear-shattering volume. Strobe lights pulsated to the beat of the music, illuminating the gyrating dancers on the huge dance floor. Suspended near the ceiling, over the balcony, was a second Stingray convertible, circa 1960, painted candy-apple red. On the balcony a pretty girl dressed, in sixties-style clothes dipped a giant wand into a tub of soapy water and blew giant bubbles down on the crowd.
"Sam! Come dance with me!" A short, muscular black guy enveloped Sam in a hug and pulled her toward the dance floor.
"Ed, these are my friends Emma and Carrie. Ed's the dance captain of two of the revues," Sam explained over the deafening music. "That means he's in charge when the choreographer's gone. He's one of the best dancers at the park."
"Nice to meet you," Ed yelled in a friendly fashion, then he tugged Sam onto the dance
floor. Sam went willingly, giving Emma and Carrie a little wave over her shoulder.
"Hi there, remember me?" asked a deep male voice from behind Emma. She and Carrie turned around and looked up at a cute, all-American-looking guy who was grinning at them.
Carrie and Emma stared at him blankly.
"Sorry," said Emma. *I think you have me confused with someone else."
"No, I dont," he corrected her. He cleared his throat, put out his hand, smiled like he was in a toothpaste ad, and said, "Thanks, and have a wonderful stay here at the Magic Kingdom!"
"The bellhop from the hotel!" Emma laughed, recognizing him now.
Another guy came up next to him, smiling easily.
"Hey, Kevin, you managed to find the two cutest girls in the place," the other guy said. "What is it, some kind of radar?"
The first guy laughed. "I'm Kevin Carl-ton," he said, introducing himself to Emma and Carrie. "And this is my not-so-subtle roommate, Jonathan Livitowitz."
Emma and Carrie introduced themselves.
"Do you work at the hotel, too?" Carrie asked Jonathan.
"Part-time," Jonathan said. "I have the world's easiest job. I just hang out in the office reading textbooks and waiting for an accident."
"He's a medical student," Kevin explained. "He works a few nights a week covering for the regular doctor, just in case any guest needs medical care," he explained.
"Well, gee, I feel much safer now," Carrie said, grinning up at Jonathan's sparkling green eyes.
"Dance?" Jonathan asked Carrie.
The record segued into another that featured a bass line so loud Emma could feel her skin vibrate.
"So, do you like your job?" Emma yelled over the music.
"It's okay," Kevin said with a shrug. "I work as a waiter, too. Between the two jobs I'm making enough to put myself through college."