Episode Thirty-Eight: Heartbreaker

Ava knew she couldn’t afford to shrug off Mrs. Marques. "I don’t have anything to wear you know, it’s not like Kathy Ireland originals are going to cut it."

"Justine still has half of Paris in her old room, you’re a bit taller, but I won’t object to seeing a little leg if you won’t," he grinned, unwrapping a root beer lollipop.

She shot him a look. "You’ll have to pay for that; I’ll just clear things with Bowie and grab my purse. This better be your mother’s idea, I swear, Sebastian..."

Bas dumped a pocketful of coins on the counter; he turned to go to the magazine rack and ran smack into Lila. Her dress wasn’t sequined or tight and he sensed trouble. She kissed him and left her hand resting on his chest as he discreetly searched the store with his eyes.

"How do you like it?" Lila asked twirling in her pale pink floor length number.

"Not really your style is it?" He replied uncomfortably.

She looked down uneasily, then brightened. "I think I can pull off demure, at least for a couple of hours, you haven’t forgotten the garden party, that’s why you’re here isn’t it?"

"Yeah, uh, Lila," He was about to tell her there was no way he was bringing her along when Avalon appeared at his side, ready to go. His eyes pleaded with Lila to keep quiet.

Bowie was tucked in a corner and saw Lila rise up like a riled cobra; he wanted to shout encore as her spindly arms shoved Sebastian off balance. Then he remembered.

Episode Thirty-Nine: Human Nature