Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(10)

She lifted her sister’s bronzer brush and highlighted her cheeks, then darkened her eyes. She slicked a pale nude color over her lips to play up her eyes.

Juliet usually went for glamour eyes and lips with a dark stain, but it was too much for Margo’s face. Her bee-stung lips were too much for the look she wanted. If any night was one that she could finally be a different person, it was tonight.

Margo stepped into the silky tights and draped the barely there skirt over her hips. She kept her eyes averted from the mirror and resisted the urge to pull down the skirt.

She felt naked.

So very naked and exposed.

Just before she opened the door, she caught a flash of gold in Juliet’s bag. She tugged out the wad of bangles in gold and jet black and pulled it over her right hand to stack up her wrist.

Juliet opened the door. “Would you—Wow.” Her dark eyes bulged as she dragged Margo out of the bathroom. “Where have you been hiding all that?”

The urge to say how improper the outfit was screamed in her head, but she simply lifted her chin. “This isn’t exactly orchestra wear.”

“Not something you have to worry about anymore, big sis.”

Margo resisted the urge to smack the smug smile off of Juliet’s face. “I do have to go on stage with rock stars. I guess this is appropriate.”

“Appropriate? Mar, you look like a pinup and it’s glorious.”

Margo winced. Exactly what she was afraid of. Too lush, too sexual. She turned to go back into the bathroom and Juliet grabbed her arm.

“Oh, no. We are not wasting this.” Juliet snapped Margo’s black bra strap. “Do you have anything with color?” Juliet waved her finger in front of Margo’s face. “No flaring your nostrils at me. Do you or not?”

Margo stalked over to her bag and opened the hidden zippered area.

“Oh, my God. You have a problem. A very expensive and very fabulous problem with high-end lingerie.” Juliet reached around her and dragged the bag down the bed. “This one.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Juliet held up the corset-style shaper.

Margo only wore that when she had to be at the front of the stage during one show a year. It sucked everything in and then she didn’t have to listen to her mother rip into her about a diet. But she didn’t have the minimizer bra to go under it.

There was no way she could wear it. Everything was so...fluffed.

“This.” Juliet spun Margo around and undid the bra she was wearing.

“Hey!”

“No arguments. I need to cinch this baby on because you’ll go too safe.”

“I will not.”

“You will, too.” Juliet pushed down the stretchy camisole she was wearing and whipped the corset around her naked breasts. Margo jumped when her sister shimmied her breasts into the cups without even touching her. “Relax, I’m not copping a feel.”

Margo sucked in a breath as Juliet definitely went to the second set of hooks up the back. “I need to breathe, you know.”

“Overrated. This top has maximum boob potential. And the fact that it matches those kickass shoes is a bonus.”

“I am not wearing only a corset to this party.”

“No, you’re not ready for that. But you will have it peek out of this little cami.”

With each hook and eye that her sister clasped, Margo straightened. She didn’t really have a choice. The thing was made for the posture-challenged so it only exacerbated her own penchant for standing straight.

Because she didn’t have the shaper on under it, there was nowhere for her breasts to go. Oh, God no.

Juliet turned her around. “Dang, girl. That is some cleavage you hide under those twin sets and cashmere.”

“Shut up.”

Her sister’s eyes twinkled. “And you even dug into my makeup. I approve. We’ll get you the new Naked shadows since we’re right near Times Square.”

Since she did not have anything like it in her own makeup stash, Margo said nothing.

When Juliet tried to pull up Margo’s camisole, Margo batted her hands away. “I can dress myself, thank you.”

“Well, at least that part.”

Margo turned to the mirror in the room and took a step back. No way could she go out looking like that.

Juliet appeared behind her with her new heels. She dropped them beside her. “Put those on.”

Margo sighed and tucked her feet into the four inch stilettos.

“Man, you are going to kill tonight. Are you actually playing on stage with them?”

“Yes.” Nerves took flight in her belly. She’d been on stage most of her life, but the thought of standing beside any of them with her violin made her palms sweat.

What if she had to go to the front with Simon?

No. Don’t think about it.

Juliet tugged Margo’s cami down so that the hot pink peeked from the lace. God, it felt like her breasts were actually going to spill out of the top.

Margo tried to hike it up and Juliet pulled it down in the back. “No. It has to sit right above your hips to accentuate the curve.”

“It’s too tight.”

“It’s supposed to be. Lifts and separates baby.” She pulled the clip out of Margo’s hair. “Now, you’re good. And I’m off to meet with my friends. We’ll see you at the party.”