Chapter 10: Confidence like A Dress

Taleela's POV:

"This is a nice dress, yeah?" Susan asks, twirling around in front of her mirror.

I sigh and slap my forehead. "Of course it is!" I nearly yell in frustration. "This dress looks nice on you, girl. You're not the one doing the fashion show."

Susan begins to sulk, and I roll my eyes. I know how crazy she is about Linda, but she needs to cut herself a fucking slack, damn.

She's dressed in a short flaxen dress with a shallow back. A plunging neckline that suits her tiny breasts and cups it firmly. Her dark hair, tied in a ponytail, flops about as she moves towards her shoe rack to get one of her sneakers.

Susan is a sucker for sneakers, and every footwear is a sneaker. I don't think she has heels or sandals gracing her minimalist shoe rack.

When she returns to where I am sitting, she's wearing a black pair of Nike Air Force. I nod.

"You picked out something nice for once," I say to her, and she rewards me with a glare. I raise my hand in surrender while