4
BROOKLYN
“B, you about ready? The guys are already at the bar waiting on us,” Jason shouted from the living room.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out and twirled in front of the mirror. The guys were going to get an eyeful tonight. The red dress I wore hugged all my curves and flared out at the hip. It was short and showed off my legs. It dipped pretty low too, but I had my hair loose in golden waves down my back. Hopefully, Blake would see what he missed. I wasn’t the same ol’ boring Brooke anymore. I could be carefree and spontaneous.
My red heels clanked across the hardwood floors as I sauntered down the hall. When I got into view, Jason’s eyes went wide. “Holy s**t,” he exclaimed. “I had no idea you could pull something like that off. You don’t even look like yourself.”
Smiling,
