Chapter 8Macy was ready to leave by four P.M. She had scrubbed herself red and raw, taking care to exfoliate and shave every inch of her skin. She had painstakingly applied her makeup and styled her straight black hair, ensuring a single strand wasn’t out of place.
She’d spent what had felt like hours agonizing over the perfect outfit. She wanted to look sexy, but not in a way that said she was expecting something. If the restaurant needed a reservation, that meant it was probably upscale. Macy knew that her red, leather miniskirt could literally make people salivate, but she didn’t want to be turned away for breaking a dress code.
She eventually opted for a black, velvet body contouring dress with a pair of comfortable suede pumps. Luna had already seen a picture of her modest breasts d
