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Emma
I glance at Evie, who’s completely outdone herself, wearing a dark lace two piece. Her hair is pinned up in an elegant updo, on the miles of coffee-and-cream bare skin that she shows off… she’s nothing short of stunning.
“Do I look okay?” she asks, checking her dark red lipstick out in a compact she pulls from her purse.
I grin as we cross the boardwalk by Cure. “You look like a model, b***h. Everyone is going to be staring at you all night.”
“Speak for yourself, Miss I’m Wearing Half A Minidress. That guy is going to have a freaking stroke when he sees you,” she says.
“What guy?”
“The one who asked you to this thing. I don’t think he was ready for you to show up in a black Versace dress that is so tiny, if you even lean over, we’re all gonna know what kind of underpants you
