14.
NORA
My dress was red, long, and form-fitting. It dipped low in the back, exposing my shoulders and bare back, leaving the rest of my body to one's imagination. The front wasn't much different; tiny straps that dipped into a deep sweetheart neckline, with the rest of the dress accentuating my slim figure before flowing into a mermaid-like situation.
“You'll kill in that dress,” Sam quipped from where she was walking next to me, leaning over to brush the hair out of my face.
She'd curled it to perfection, throwing on some silver teardrop earrings to tie in the look perfectly.
I smiled at her, taking in her nude bodycon dress paired with a white shawl and her fiery red hair wrapped in a neat updo. We looked hot.
I felt the nerves twist a little in my stomach, but whether it was the
