Vanessa turned, holding the dress up as if showing it to an imaginary audience for judgment. "Not bad?" she repeated. "Lydia, if you walk in wearing this, I can promise you two things. One, nobody will notice you. And two, I will deny knowing you."
Lydia rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. "You are exaggerating."
Vanessa dropped the dress onto Lydia's bed with a dramatic sigh, then marched over to her own wardrobe. "Blending in is for the background characters. And trust me, girl, you do not want to be one. Not when you are with the Vanessa." She threw open the wardrobe door and gave Lydia a confident smile. "We come correct every godddamn time."
Vanessa pulled out a shimmering red dress that looked like it had been made to turn head. "This," Vanessa said, handing it to Lyd
