"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 011 - Sunset Paradise" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

"The Salon?" Sam echoed. "Hot damn! A guy on the glass-bottomed boat told me about it. It's, like, the most exclusive, expensive restaurant on the entire island!"
"Sounds like fun," Carrie said.
"Fun?" Sam screeched. "It sounds to die for!"
"But it's formal," Emma protested. "I didn't pack anything formal. I never thought I'd need it."
"I don't own anything formal," Carrie said with a shrug.
"I don't even know what formal means, exactly," Sam confessed. "If it means an evening gown, the only floor-length thing I own is a hideous mint-green number I had to wear as a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding."
"Gee, too bad you don't have it with you," Carrie said with a laugh.
Sam shuddered. "I'd go naked first."
"Hey, I've got an idea," Emma said, getting off the bed. "Did you notice that store off the lobby, Cassandra's?"
"The stuff in the window made me drool," Sam said.
"Let's go raid it," Emma said, her eyes shining.
"Emma," Carrie chided, "you know we can't afford that."
"Of course I know that," Emma said calmly. "But my father can."
"Maybe so," Carrie said, "but that doesn't mean he's interested in spending his money on your friends."
"You don't understand my father," Emma said. "We'll be doing him a favor. It'll help assuage his massive guilt about me."
"Sorry," Carrie said, getting up from the bed. "I can't let your father buy me a dress."
"I realize I'm supposed to agree with you," Sam told Carrie.
"Right," Carrie said.
"But if it will really make the old guy happy ..."
Emma picked up the phone again and dialed her father's room. "Watch this," she told them.
"Yes?" came her father's voice.
"Hi, Dad. I just wanted to tell you that Sam, Carrie, and I didn't bring formal wear,
so we're going down to Cassandra's to shop."
"Super," Emma's father said. "Charge it to my room."
"Did you say charge it to your room?" Emma repeated for Sam and Carrie's benefit.
"Of course, sweetheart," Mr. Cress well said, "I insist."
Emma thanked her father and hung up. "There you have it."
"The shower can wait and the nap can wait," Sam said, slinging her purse over her arm. "Let's go spend someone else's money!"
An hour later, the three girls returned to the room carrying hangers carefully wrapped in plastic with the gold and white logo of Cassandra's discreetly displayed on the upper right-hand corner.
"We've only got an hour before we're supposed to meet my father," Emma said, looking at her watch.
"I'm too excited about wearing this dress to take a nap anyway," Sam said. "See you in a few!"
They showered and dressed carefully, lovingly stepping into their new and extremely expensive evening dresses. Even Carrie decided to wear some makeup for the occasion.
"We're ready," Carrie called into Sam's room. "Come make an entrance!"
just a sec," Sam yelled back, putting the final touches on her matte red lipstick. She fluffed her hair one last time and surveyed herself in the mirror. You fox you, she told her image. Now you totally fit in with those high rollers downstairs.
"Here I come!" Sam sang out, sailing into Emma and Carrie's sitting room.
For just a moment, the three girls stared at one another.
"All I can say is, wow!" Carrie breathed, staring at Sam.
"Ditto to both of you!" Sam cried. "Double ditto!"
They were, to put it plainly, transformed.
Sam had on an emerald-green sheath covered in bugle beads. It was slit high up one thigh and fell in a straight column to the floor. Emma had on a strapless white gown of raw silk that draped to a rhinestone clip at her hip.
But most transformed of all was Carrie. Her usual look was clean-cut and preppyЧ but not that night. Carrie was wearing a siren-red gown with a sweetheart neck that emphasized her bustline. The waist was tightly fitted, and below that a skirt of red chiffon billowed around her, stopping just above her knees. She was the only one of them who hadn't picked a long gown.
"Carrie Alden, you are one hot mama!" Sam hooted, walking around Carrie in a circle.
"I never owned anything like this in my life," Carrie said, her face shining.
"And you have on actual cosmetics!" Sam added.
"Just some mascara and lipstick," Carrie said with a shrug.
"You've got to have blush with that red dress," Sam said, running back into her room for her blush. She brushed it lightly over Carrie's cheeks. "There," she said, surveying the results. "Perfect."
The three girls stood looking at one another, happy smiles on their faces. "Someone should make a movie about us," Emma said airily.
"And we should play ourselves!" Sam added.
Just then the phone rang. Emma went to answer.
"Hello?"