“The time will go by faster than you think,” Lizzy said. She got out of Annette’s way and thumbed through the clothing options on racks, even though outfits had been already picked out. She held up a pink shirt and a fun light-gray skirt. “What about this combo? Then you can wear sandals instead of heels. I can’t imagine the pain you endure nightly in those death heels.”

Bristol snorted. “Three-inch heels aren’t bad, but I do love to wear the boots.”

Lizzy held up a pair of soft-toe military boots that Bristol had broken in years ago. “Maybe you should think about another pair?”

“Those are my favorite.” Bristol frowned as Lizzy laughed and dropped them back in their place.

“They’ve seen better days,” she said.

“We all have.” Bristol’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Touché.” She picked up another pair and held them up. “What about these?”

“Those give me blisters.”

“Why do you still have them?” Lizzy asked.

“Because they’re awesome and give me height.”

Lizzy gave up trying to change Bristol’s footwear. She scrolled on her phone, making faces and smiling at whatever was on the screen. “Dom is doing a great job promoting the concert. And Annie’s getting great press on your page. Even Fast Cars is blowing up. This has been a stellar tour.”

Talking about the business side of things in front of the staff was a no-no, but sometimes Lizzy forgot her environment. “Let’s focus on tonight. Can you grab me something to drink? Like a flavored water? Thanks.” Bristol gave Lizzy a smile and blinked hard twice. It was her signal to Lizzy to stop the discussion. Money didn’t matter at this point. Bristol could lock herself into one of her houses for the rest of her life and live off the money she made from this tour alone, but that didn’t mean they should discuss it in front of the crew.

She couldn’t wait to be done. She wanted to let her guard down. She wanted to walk around town and grab a coffee or pick up dry cleaning or wash her car in the driveway without twenty paparazzi trying to take her picture and printing false headlines. Bristol Baines spent all her money—has to wash her own car. Or Bristol Baines gets own dry cleaning because entire staff quit. Claims she’s the devil.

“You’re done here. Off to wardrobe,” Annette said.