The red dress clung to Sasha like sin.
In Stella's room, dimly lit by the glow of a single vanity bulb, Sasha stood frozen in front of the mirror. The seductive red silk kissed every curve, plunging down her back and clinging tightly to her hips. She looked... dangerous. And unfamiliar.
Stella whistled from behind her. "Girl, you're a damn knockout.."
Sasha gave a nervous smile, adjusting the neckline. "It's... a little much."
"No," Stella said, turning her by the shoulders. "It's perfect. You're not walking into that party like some scared secretary. Tonight, you're the main event."
They left together, the night air thick with music and perfume.
The party venue pulsed with energy. Lights flickered. The bass throbbed. Bodies moved like shadows. As soon as they stepped in, Stella's ey
