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“Oh, <strong>the</strong> ‘Sah-keh to Me’!” <strong>the</strong> waitress echoed, clearly relieved that she finally understood<br />
what Kendra was getting at.<br />
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Kendra jeered, looking back at <strong>the</strong> table.<br />
Unfortunately, <strong>the</strong> Playboy Mansion was a breeding ground for that kind of arrogant behavior—<br />
especially among Hef’s girlfriends. And shortly after, Kendra’s began to take off.<br />
One day when I was out shopping, I fell in love with <strong>the</strong>se adorable skirts at Bebe that I knew<br />
Bridget and I would both love. They were mid-length, flowy, and dripping in sequins. I picked out a<br />
pink one for Bridget and a cream-colored one for myself. I wanted to make sure that Kendra didn’t<br />
feel left out, so I picked up <strong>the</strong> baby blue version for her.<br />
When I got back to <strong>the</strong> mansion, I found Kendra in her room and handed her <strong>the</strong> bag.<br />
“I found <strong>the</strong>se really cute skirts today and picked <strong>the</strong>m up for us in different colors. I thought we<br />
could wear <strong>the</strong>m out to <strong>the</strong> club tonight if you want to,” I said, helping myself to a seat at <strong>the</strong> edge of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bed.<br />
Kendra lazily pulled <strong>the</strong> skirt out of <strong>the</strong> bag and ripped <strong>the</strong> tissue off from around it. She held it<br />
up for a moment before shoving it back into <strong>the</strong> bag.<br />
“Yeah, I don’t really like it,” she said, wrinkling her nose and handing it back to me.<br />
I ignored <strong>the</strong> glossy black bag being shoved at my face. Sure, I didn’t want to be a clone, ei<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
but couldn’t she just have said thanks and tucked it into her closet? Up until this point, Bridget and I<br />
hadn’t been on <strong>the</strong> receiving end of her snotty remarks, so I was a little surprised at <strong>the</strong> direction this<br />
conversation was taking.<br />
“Well, I got it for you because I didn’t want you to feel left out,” I added.<br />
“I won’t wear it,” she snapped back, dropping <strong>the</strong> bag to <strong>the</strong> floor and turning her attention back<br />
to <strong>the</strong> TV that so frequently occupied her hours.<br />
“You don’t have to,” I said finally and walked out her door, leaving <strong>the</strong> bag on <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
Honestly, my feelings were hurt. I went out of my way to do something nice for her and it came back<br />
to bite me in <strong>the</strong> ass. I felt like I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. I’m not sure if she ever<br />
wore <strong>the</strong> skirt. It’s probably still sitting in Bedroom 2’s closet.<br />
Later that evening, after spending roughly 45 minutes twiddling our thumbs in <strong>the</strong> great hall<br />
waiting for Kendra to grace us with her presence, she finally emerged from her bedroom looking like<br />
a petite sex kitten in a red spandex dress, Lucite platform heels, large blond barrel curls cascading<br />
from her head, and bright, candy apple red lipstick applied with perfect precision.<br />
Immediately I cringed.<br />
Oh shit, I thought. This was going to be bad. Bridget quickly shot me a knowing glance, her eyes<br />
wide with concern. As Kendra sauntered down into <strong>the</strong> foyer, I braced myself for impact.<br />
The last time I had tried to wear red lipstick was two years earlier, <strong>the</strong> day I had cut my hair and<br />
Hef had bit my head off for it. It was such a memorable moment that when Kendra appeared in <strong>the</strong><br />
main entryway with her lips painted bright red, my entire body tensed. It had been two years since<br />
Hef’s reprimand, but <strong>the</strong> humiliation still burned inside me.<br />
I could tell that Hef was already irritated that she kept us waiting this long and now seeing <strong>the</strong><br />
red lips . . . he was not going to be happy.