CLARA
Applying one of my favorite perfumes, I took a step back and admired myself. Dressed in a red dress that came a little over my knee, with tiny straps, and my hair dyed brownish blond, with a little wave, my lips complimenting my dress.
I looked beautiful spot on, I do not need anyone to tell me that I look lovely. Grabbing my purse, I walked out of my room and sashayed downstairs.
“Well hello…” Lyra purred as she watched me walk down the stairs. “Remind me where you are going again.”
To see Damien. “I have a blind date and from there I will be having dinner with Damien, so don’t wait up for me.”
She daggled her brows. “So who are you all dressed up for?” she asked with a knowing chuckle. “Damien or your date?”
“Don’t be silly,” I chastised weakly, failing to stop the smile on m
