‘Are you coming to the party tonight?’ I texted Flynn. It was the 28th of February, Nicole's birthday, and she was behind me curling my hair. The last few weeks I'd been working a lot with the business, and it was really tiring. I was glad to be having a break this weekend and really letting my hair down from its usual business-like bun.
"So which dress are you wearing?" asked Nicole, wrapping another stand of my hair around the curling iron. The left side of my hair hung in pretty curls to my shoulders, the other side still pin straight and hanging down to the bottom of my shoulder blades.
"The black one, if that's okay?" I asked. The black dress belonged to Nicole and I wanted to know if it was okay to borrow it. The dress was a gorgeously simple bodycon one that really flattered the
