“Now go change,” Stacy ordered.
Avery hightailed it out of Stacy’s room. When she got to her own, an outfit was laid out on the bed, with jewellery and heels as well. No wonder Stacy had looked so upset. She’d been forced to give Avery proper, fancy clothes, shoes and jewellery.
Despite herself, Avery grinned. It felt good to see Stacy having to give her things. It was almost like revenge.
She changed, put on the jewellery and heels and went downstairs to check herself out in her full-length mirror. Stacy had given her a simple black dress that hit a little below her knees, probably the plainest she could find, and simple silver earrings and a necklace. Still, it looked good. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and fished out some lip gloss. Stacy left her makeup all over the house.
She
