Chapter Twelve
Sinclair
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“THAT’S THE ONE,” NODDED Jesse, a look of approval on his face. “That dress is sinful, it’s over-the-top, and it f*****g rocks. In fact, I think it could end some perfectly stable marriages.”
I turned towards him and pulled at the front. “You don’t think it’s too revealing?”
He glanced at my very exposed cleavage. “Oh, no... you’ll be overdressed to some people’s standards at tonight’s soiree. Remember, there will be musicians, actors, and more skanky, anorexic models.”
I stared at myself in the mirror at this swanky, upscale dress store called Dolce’s. The average outfit cost well over one thousand dollars and the red chiffon gown I currently had on was triple that price. I had to admit, however, I liked how it hugged my body and the way my
