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just wasn’t ever for me. Although there was this one year when I wore a dress… I went as Carrie, post-prom.”
    Erin laughs, and then switches the subject to Mark. “He is going as Justin Timberlake, during his N’SYNC days. He is the Justin to my Britney… bitch.”
    I can’t help but laugh, “Are you going to finish with ‘Bitch’ after every time you say Britney tonight?”
    “Duh.”
    I shake my head, “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
    “Yes. Yes it is. Now what do you have planned for today?”
    “Um, nothing really, other than sit and watch the clock.”
    Judging by the expression on her face, Erin disapproves.
    “Well, how about we make today a pampering day? My treat.”
    Never having been to a spa, I agree.
    Erin claps her hands with excitement, “Yay! OK, let’s go!”
    And I admit I am pretty damn excited about this. I have been working hard all my life, even more so since graduating high school. I mean, hell, I have never even had a manicure in my entire life. We walk back to Erin’s complex and jump into my little red baby, and Erin tells me where to go, and when we pull up to the lush building I think I pee my pants a little. This place is gorgeous! Very upscale, you can tell the light stone that the structure is made out of was laid by hand. The flowers and landscaping was something out of a magazine photo spread. There is even a valet.
    The valet guy opens my door and helps me out. Now this is something new. I hand him my keys and he eyes my oldie-but-a-goodie of a car, tells us to enjoy our visit. Another man greets Erin by name and I can only assume she is a regular here.
    Inside, Erin grabs my hand, smiles at the desk clerk, and says, “The Girlfriend Package, please.”
     

     
    The next thing I know I am in a candlelit room, on a massage table, being smeared with chocolate. I don’t know, they said it helps to detox the body or something, but I would much rather be eating it. Erin tells me about her childhood and her family. She grew up in a normal home, not filthy rich, but enough to be very comfortable. Mom and Dad are still together and Erin is an only child.
    “They wanted to have another after they had me, but they never succeeded. I always wondered what it would be like to have a brother or sister.”
    I grab her hand. “You know what it’s like to have a sister… now.” She gives me a big smile and I see a little tear creep down her cheek. It’s true, though; well, at least for me. I feel like I have gained not only a friend out of Erin but a really awesome sister. She tells it like it is; hell, if she didn’t push or put me in my place about Ben, I don’t know if we would be together right now. I love her like a full-blooded sister.
    We head to get our nails done next. Erin insists that I have to have bubble-gum pink to match my dress for this evening, to coordinate with my Baby Spice costume. Erin decides on a classic French tip, to keep the schoolgirl Britney look fresh. We sit next to one another as the manicurists start to set up and take our hands to begin.
    Erin wiggles with excitement. “Ben and all his British hotness is going to spaz when he sees you in your little costume tonight, Tess!”
    The girl working on my nails snickers slightly. “I hope so!” I admit.
    “Are you serious? He is going to die! That or”—she leans in a little closer to my ear— “come right on the spot!” I gasp, when I feel a sharp poke on my ring finger.
    “Oh, I am sorry.” The platinum blonde manicurist says after pushing my cuticle back a little too hard. I try to shrug it off, but there was something in her tone that didn’t sit right.
    Erin could sense it too. “Is there a problem?” Erin asks.
    The blonde looks at her, shrugs her shoulders and raises an eyebrow. Oh, there is a problem, all right. “You’re talking about Ben Mitchell, right?”
    I look over to Erin, who appears to be annoyed. “What’s it to you?” Erin asks.
    The overly processed blonde