Ayla POV
“Ladies, come on, let's go!” Jack shouted up the stairs.
I was already feeling tipsy after we had drunk a full bottle of wine, but as I looked in Nicolas' mirror one last time, I had to admit I looked good. I was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that had a hole above each knee, a sheer lace black top with a dipped neckline, meaning I couldn’t wear a bra, with long lace sleeves, a pair of black high-heeled sandals and a black belt wrapped around my waist. Nicola had done my makeup dark and smoky and my hair was waved and hung down over my shoulder.
“Wow!” Jack said as I made my way down the stairs.
Thanks to the bottle of wine I had helped finish off, I was feeling brazen.
“Thanks, Jack.” I smiled as I walked past him and climbed into the taxi waiting for us.
We bounced a
