Rhiannon's POV
The music pounded loud enough the girls could hear it from the parking lot.
Lauren wore impressive platform heels, leather pants, and a red bandana tied to make a top. That signature red lip she always wore was coated in a sheen of gloss, and her blue eyes were lined with wings sharp enough to kill a man.
Rhiannon envied her sometimes, that formidable beauty that seemed to keep her from loneliness. She seemed somehow more tame, now, even as a statuesque goddess. Will's patient nature had done a number on Lauren, in the best way.
It made Rhiannon's heart ache, though.
That's not what tonight was about, Rhiannon reminded herself.
Rhiannon caught a glimpse of herself in the deep black tinted doors. Her Doc Martens, tiny, skin tight black shorts, and another black bralet
