Jasmine's POV
Lara sprawled across my bed, scrolling through her phone with zero sympathy. "A company dinner sounds boring. I'd rather watch paint dry."
"Come on." I held up two dresses, debating between understated and professional. "You could at least keep me company."
"Nope." She popped the 'p' with exaggerated finality. "This is your work thing. Besides, I have a date."
"Since when?"
"Since this morning." She grinned, shameless. "Met him at the coffee shop. He's cute, works in finance, and actually texted back within five minutes. That's husband material right there."
I threw a pillow at her. "You're terrible."
"And you're going to be fine." She caught it, tucking it behind her head. "It's just dinner. Eat some fancy food, smile at your coworkers, come home. Easy."
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