Chapter Sixteen

Sheila was dumbfounded as she stared at herself in the floor-length mirror, she plainly couldn't believe her eyes. Zoey had put in so much work picking out a dress with the fashionable, elegant, and sexy criteria. It had been quite tasking fitting in different dresses before finally settling for this.

Even after sighting this one from outside, she still had to try others out, just in case she found anything she might like more -she didn't.

Elegance, sophistication, class, even flattering was way too many expectations from a single dress but after the day's long, they had found that dress, alongside the perfect piece of jewelry for it.

She stared at the image of herself in the floor-length red dress; a color Zoey had picked specifically stating it would do the job of attraction, with its neckline swooping low, and her back bare left her skeptical.

The dress might be sitting upon her skin as soft as petals, its hue the many reds of a rose garden but the thought that she could be tryi