NATASHA.
"Listen, you need that black dress, Natasha. I swear that my
cousin won't survive a minute without ripping it off," Lacie insisted, pushing the flimsy - too flimsy- black dress she was holding against my body as we stood in the mall's dressing room.
"I agree one hundred percent!" Tiffany joined, clapping her hands with a squeal.
"You ladies want me to put this on in public for him? That is torture!" I
scrunched up my nose.
"You didn't think of that when you bought that two piece you wore to
his match!" Ivyane giggled.
Okay. Yeah, I didn't. Because I wanted to punish him. But this is
different and he has been a good boy since then. I can't torture him with this dress on our date after the mating ceremony. It'll be too cruel.
It's now two days to the ceremony, and afte
