By the time Kleo changed into the dress, she had already complained six times, threatened to leave twice, at sinabihan si Kianna na “historically evil” at least once.
“Pull the zip higher,” sabi Vivian habang inaayos ang likod ng damit.
“Baka naman hanggang batok na ’yan,” reklamo ni Kleo. “Huminga pa ba ako rito?”
“Yes,” sagot ni Vivian calmly. “And for the record, ikaw ang pumili ng fitted waist.”
“I was manipulated.”
“You were guided,” sabi Kianna mula sa vanity, where she was applying lipstick like this whole night was a sport she intended to win.
“That is the same thing with perfume,” muttered Kleo.
Vivian stepped back at last.
“Okay.”
Kleo turned toward the long mirror.
And, annoyingly, the dress was exactly what she hated admitting she liked.
Deep green. Strong lines. Wal
