Kissing the Boss
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Shaking his head, he muttered, “There’s no time to return this for the right costume. You’ll just have to go dressed as a… As a…”
“Ten-year-old girl?” I prompted.
He shuddered and suddenly looked reluctant about wanting to be seen in public with me at all, but I kind of dug the costume. Since I was going to be the one hiding behind a mask all night, I didn’t have to worry about looking silly. No one would know who I was. And it’d be like icing on the cake to humiliate my stepbrother while I was at it.
Besides, now that I had hope back in my heart and a job at JFI again—with pay—I kind of felt like celebrating. So, Halloween party, here I come.