~LAYLA~
My stomach flips.
“Sexy?” I groan. “I don’t do sexy.”
“Well you’re about to.” Brie blurts out so fast that soon enough, she is already listing out different fashion style ideas, her mouth and mind moving faster than I can keep up.
“We need something of a bold color,” she taps her chin. “Something elegant and eye-catching. Blood Red, maybe. Or black.”
“Or a dreamy combination of both. Either of them will absolutely go well with your hair, Layla.” Zuby shifts closer to me and eyes me like she is assessing every physical part of my body that her eyes can see. “You have those damn curves too. You just never show them off enough.”
“I don’t think—”
“No,” Zuby cuts me off in a sweet but firm voice. “No thinking, Layla. You said yes. That’s it. Now we make you look like the badass b
