CHAPTER NINE

Genevieve tugged at the dress Dave had chosen for the occasion. For the meat show, as he had called it. No matter how much she tugged though, the dress didn’t get any longer. She stared at herself in the mirror uncertainly. She’d never worn anything that revealing. The black dress was clinging to her butt and waist, and ended at her upper thighs; the top was a glittery golden bustier with black tulle straps. “I can’t wear this, Ash .”

Ash met her gaze in the via the video call. Her hair was pinned up; it was a few shades darker than Genevieve's. Ash was wearing a floor-length elegant dress to a dinner too ." I wished I was allowed something that modest". Genevieve said with irritation “You look like a woman,” Ash whispered.

She cringed. “I look like a hooker.”

“Hookers can’t afford a dress like that.”

She bet all Dave's mistress had clothes that cost more than some people spent on a car. She put her hands on her waist. “You have a wasp waist, and the dress makes your legs look very