-Esme point of view-
Suzy was with me, almost half of the day, she sat on my bed watching me working, bugging me all the time about the dress.
“Look I know he told you that this is work-related and all, but isn’t it amazing how the ‘company' knows the best dress perfect for you? I don’t have to see you on it to know that honey.” She said while still tugging the dress.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m small, no need to check cup sizes and all, coz it’s really obvious.” I said sadly. I hate being petite. I tried every possible vitamin to get a little fat, but sadly nothing changes.
The doorbell rang so; Suzy stands to check the door.
“Com’on let’s eat. That might be the pizza guy.” She said as she left.
Then I hear some unfamiliar voices, and Suzy shouts “Awww!”
So I run to door and saw two lad
