Ember's POV
I grunted in annoyance, trying to pull my dress up but Faye slapped my hands away.
“Ouch!” I winced in pain.
“What was that for?”
"What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to ruin the dress?" Faye asked, glaring at me and I glared right back at her.
"Why does your wardrobe involve, exposed cleavages, displayed thighs and daring dresses?"
"Because that's what's it means to make an impression, sweetheart. You don't always have to look so uptightly dressed. Once you step into a new place you've got to let everyone know that a hot b***h is in the room and she's loaded," Faye explained, grinning.
I gave her a bored look, as she fixed her makeup for the millionth time in the car. "Seriously Faye. What's the use of any of this? It's not like you're planning to hook up
