Eight: Maybe you wish it was you

SCARLETT

The weekend has finally rolled in, and after a grueling week of classes, my friends and I were eager to let loose and hit the town.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our apartment, we gathered in the bedroom, each of us going about our pre-party rituals.

I sat on the edge of my bed, slipping on a pair of sleek black heels, their sharp points clicking against the hardwood floor. I was dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated my curves and complimented it with bold, smoky eyes and a deep burgundy lip that made me feel surge of confidence.

My dark hair cascaded in loose waves down my back, framing my face in soft tendrils.

Aurora stood before the mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of vanity lights as she adjusted the straps of her daring red dress, her long, blonde curls cascading down her back in perfect waves as she twisted and turned to check herself out.

With bold, smoky eyes and a deep crimson lip, she looked every bit t