Chapter Eleven

"Necklace or no necklace?" i ask Olivia who is still doing her own make up. She walked over to still in her black dress and bare feeted. Her make up wasnt done yet but she looked absolutely stunning.

"Hmmm," her head tilted to the side as she studied me. "Hold it up again."

I lifted the choker of gold coins to my throat. The dress she had picked up for me was fire red. It hang on one shoulder, cut diagonally across my cleavage, had ruching to the hip, and then split at my right upper thigh all the way down to my leg. There was no back to speak of, aside from a slender strip of rhinestones that connected one side to the other to keep the front from falling off.

Otherwise, the back was bared to just above the crack of my butt in a racy v cut.

"Forget the necklace," she said, "I was leaning towards gold stud earrings, but nowam thinkibg diamond hoops, you already have so much happening in your neck so we don't want to over accessorize."

"Really?" I frowned watching her in the mirror as s