Chapter 14
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror at Havana and tugged at the end of my dress. It was a red haltered dress that ended near the middle of my thighs and accentuated my breasts—the type of dress I would prevent my daughters from wearing until they were twenty one.
“You don’t think this makes it look like I’m trying too hard, Sands?” I turned around and frowned at the low deep cut in the back. “This is a bit revealing...”
“Trying too hard to do what? You look good, Via! If I had your legs, I would show them off all the time. Is your boss still coming?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He said he had a late meeting.”
“Well, I hope he comes. I have to see the man that makes you blush.”
“He does not make me blush!”
Sandra pursed her lips and gave me her “whatever you say” l
