Larissa's POV
Spoiler alert: I said, yes.
It wasn’t until the end of the week before we were able to finally go on our ‘date’.
The thing about putting on a thousand-dollar dress for a fake date with your fake husband is that it all starts to feel too much like it’s a real date with a real husband.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of my room, adjusting the strap of the silk slip dress for the fourth time. It was one of the dresses that Gwen and I had gotten during my first shopping trip. It was a dark burgundy floor-length dress with a slit that was high enough to.
The dress swirled with every moment I made. Smooth expensive fabric swished against my freshly waxed legs – because there was no way I was walking into a high-end restaurant with hairy, caterpillar l
