Alex was huffing and sighing while skimming through her mountains of clothes, trying to figure out what she’ll be wearing to her sister’s bachelorette party. The dres' code was black and white. It was mandatory for her to wear a dress or a skirt but Alex was a rule breaker and she didn’t like to wear skirts or dresses. I’ve learned that from the moment I met her and stumbled into her while she was on a date, wearing a short, tight dress that basically left no imagination.
That wasn’t who Alex was. She wasn’t a tease or felt the need to dress up to feel beautiful.
“Okay, I decided to go with black formal shorts and a short-sleeved white button-up shirt. Do I at least look decent and not like I’m asking to be spanked?” She asked, walking up to me. I looked up from my phone and almost swa
