Riley’s POV
By the time I’m done dressing, there’s a difference. I dress like I know exactly what I’m walking into.
I pull on a fitted South African-inspired wrap dress made from deep burnt-orange shweshwe fabric, the kind with bold geometric prints that cling to the body in all the right places.
The dress hugs my waist tightly, the skirt stopping mid-thigh with a slit high enough to show my leg without trying too hard.
The top is sleeveless with a structured neckline that lifts my chest and leaves my shoulders bare. I pair it with black strappy heels that wrap around my ankles and make my legs look longer than they already are.
Gold hoop earrings, small but bold, and a slim gold cuff on my wrist finish it off. I leave my hair down, straight and smooth, and swipe on dark lip gloss
