Trisha looked at Kelan and wondered if she had made a tactical error. She should never, ever have let Ariel pick out and modify the design for a dress. She knew what Ariel was like. She liked to wear daring outfits that showed off all the curves. Ariel insisted on coming in and helping her get ready for the dinner tonight.
Trisha sat through two hours of agonizing t*****e as Ariel braided and twisted Trisha’s hair up into an elaborate hairdo any movie star would envy. Then she brought out the dress the dressmaker had altered. It was a stunning gold and black sleeveless halter gown with a scooped neckline and no back to speak of. There was a slit running from her hip all the way down to the floor. Black sandals with glittering gold gems peeked out from under the hem.
Bio made sure Trisha
