she wasn't too disappointed. Obviously the people who ate there were simply oozing with money.
And now, enthroned before her was the dream boy of a lifetime. Jessica didn't care if he was Suzanne's boyfriend or, not. Why should she be loyal to a girl she'd never even met? Besides, what Suzanne didn't know wouldn't hurt her. This was definitely too good to pass up.
"Would you, uh, like something to drink?" she offered.
It suddenly crossed her mind that he might ask for something like a martini. Not that she would have minded, except that Mrs. Devlin kept the liquor cabinet locked when she wasn't around. She was sure the cleaning woman would steal from it otherwise. Jessica hoped he would want something simple like a Coke.
"No, thanks," Pete said. "I can't stay. I just came by to drop off these tickets." He produced an envelope from inside his jacket. "They're for a concert Suzy and I were supposed to go to tonight. I thought since she's out of town, Tom and Felicia might like them."
It was the first time Jessica had ever heard a boy call his girlfriend's parents by their first
names. Oh, he was so unbelievably sophisticated! She felt a thrill of challenge ripple through her.
"That's too bad," she said, the corners of her mouth turning down ever so slightly. 'The Devlins can't go either. They're going to some kind of party. It's a shame the tickets have to go to waste. What kind of concert did you say it was?"
"Piano. Horowitz."
"Oh, I just love him!" she trilled. The truth was, she didn't have the vaguest idea who he was.
Pete wore an amused smile. "Yes, he really is quite extraordinary, isn't he? What did you think of his latest recording of Chopin's Polonaise in A Major?"
"I, uh--" Jessica felt an unfamiliar heat climbing into her cheeks. "I thought it was very--interesting."
"You did? I found it a bit on the dry side. Too intellectual. Chopin should come from the heart, don't you think?"
"From the heart? Oh, yes, definitely."
Pete rose languidly from his chair. "Well, I really must be going."
Jessica felt a rush of panic. He was leaving, and she might never see him again. She couldn't let that happen.
"This really is a fantastic coincidence," she
purred. "Here I was planning to spend the whole evening all by my lonesome self, and you just happen to have these tickets...."
Pete raised one eyebrow in a way that almost made it appear he was mocking her, but he said nothing. Jessica's words hung in the air between them. She could feel herself turning very red.
Finally she blurted, "So I was just thinking--if you still want to go to the concert, I wouldn't mind going with you."
"Fine. I'll pick you up at five-thirty," he said, as if he'd been planning it all along. "We might as well have dinner first."
Jessica would have been furious at the way he'd made her suffer--if her joy at having a date with such a fabulously exciting man hadn't been so overwhelming. Back home, her parents never would have allowed her to go out with anyone his age. Obviously Suzanne's parents were far more enlightened. Oh, just wait until Cara and Lila heard about this!
Five
It took Jessica several hours to get ready for her all-important date with Pete. She spent an hour soaking in the tub, having the time of her life trying out all the scented oils and perfumes that filled Suzanne's lavish bathroom. How could any girl be so lucky?
Next came the makeup. Normally Jessica didn't wear that much. The truth was that with her natural good looks she didn't really need it. But somehow the thought of wearing too little makeup that night seemed horribly unsophisticated.
She spent an hour experimenting with Suzanne's vast array of creams, powders, eye
shadows, lipsticks, and blushes. Finally she arrived at the perfect combination. Looking at the finished masterpiece in the mirror, she couldn't resist a satisfied smile. Perfect. Pete would have to be made of stone to resist her.
But by the time she'd gone through her dresses looking