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A red dress.
She's wearing a f*****g red dress. I will take that as a direct discourtesy to my mental health. The dark ruby fabric wraps around her body as a second skin, the slit on the left side giving a glimpse of her never-ending legs. I find myself unconsciously swallowing trough a dry throat at the mere sight of her.
"Where's your plus one?" Roger asks, handing me a brand-new glass of champagne.
"I didn't bring one." I take a sip of the sparkling liquid, doing my utmost effort to avert my eyes from Alexia, which has just arrived a few seconds ago.
