The next morning, Brenda barged into my room like a whirlwind, armed with garment bags and a makeup kit that looked more like a weapon of war.
“Rise and shine, darling,” she chirped, throwing open the curtains. Sunlight poured in, and I groaned, burying my face in the pillow.
“Go away,” I mumbled.
“Not a chance,” she said, yanking the blanket off me. “We’ve got work to do.”
I sat up, squinting at her. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Brenda grinned, unzipping one of the garment bags to reveal a sleek, emerald-green dress that I knew would hug every curve. “Of course I am. Watching you squirm is half the fun.”
I glared at her. “This isn’t a game, Brenda.”
Her expression softened, and she sat on the edge of the bed. “I know. But if we’re going to do this, we might as well have a l
