"This or that?" I asked Elara, holding up two dresses to the camera.
I didn't want to arrive looking like a fashion masquerade.
Elara sighed dramatically through the screen. "Evie, I love you, but I swear to God, if you show me another black dress, I will fly over there and burn your entire closet."
I scowled. "Black is timeless."
"Black is safe."
"Black is elegant."
"Black is boring," she shot back, flipping her hair.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. The silver one, then?"
She squinted at the screen. "Oooh, now that is hot. It screams rich b***h who doesn't give a f**k. And that strap, your cleavage, I'm sure Ryder would not stop looking at them."
I snorted. "Perfect."
Elara smirked. "Where is this party again?"
I slipped the dress on, fixing the straps. "Some elite event house in Summ
