Esme.
Since my mates chose to ignore me, fine.
I wore a red wine dress, with a cut that upped all the way to my mid-thighs and a neck that showed just enough cleavage. Overall, I looked beautiful and.... a little chaotic. Yes, chaotic. Certainly, there was nothing peaceful about my going out, in a dress that captured attention from miles away, and makeup that generously highlighted my features, accentuating my beauty, in ways that anyone would find it hard to look away, myself included! Yes, I had my eyes glued on the mirror, taking in the figure that stared back at me in the huge dressing mirror.
And the image that I saw? Those eyes, the little dimples that dipped when I smiled, they spoke if nothing but trouble.
Well, I wasn't planning on doing anything dramatic, actu
