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Hannah couldn’t decide which dress to wear to her party. She had to choose either a gorgeous red number or a stylish, sophisticated black dinner dress that made her look at least twenty-one. Putting them both in front of her in the mirror one at a time, she used her imagination. The red one was sexier, but the black one had her heart.
“The red one’s slutty.” Tony appeared in the doorway.
She turned to find him smiling. “Thanks. When I need a professional opinion, I’ll ask for it.” Hannah made it sound jovial. “I was going to go for the black dress anyway, not because you said that.” Turning back to the full-length mirror, she admired herself one last time. “What’s up? I thought you were down the pub?”
“Come sit down, Han.” Tony patted her bed. “I need to talk to you.”
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