Olivia's POV
I jolted awake at 6 AM to my alarm's shrill beep. I silenced my phone. I briefly considered snoozing, but reality crashed in. The audition. Christopher. Oh s**t.
I stumbled to the shower, letting hot water clear my foggy brain. My stomach still churned. As I dried off, I eyed the outfit I'd chosen last night. A sleek red dress, killer heels, and... no panties.
"Right," I muttered, remembering my bold declaration to Christopher. "No panties."
Can I go commando to an audition? What if there was a wardrobe malfunction? Or worse, what if I started sweating and-
"Nope," I decided. "Not today, Satan."
I slipped on a pair of lacy black panties. A matching bra came next, followed by the red dress that hugged my curves. Much better, I thought, feeling more secure.
