Marissa POV "You see how we cut the line? No hassle. We are hot, babe," Hailey said, adjusting her cleavage in the mirror-lined hallway. Her blonde hair was snatched back into a high, lethal ponytail, her green eyes popping against thick, dark mascara. She looked like a predator in her shimmering bodycon dress.I, on the other hand, felt like a woman reborn in crimson. My red, sleeveless gown clung to my curves, the slit running high up my thigh, teasing with every step. My brunette hair was styled in deep, glossy Hollywood waves, and my makeup was a masterpiece of "revenge chic" a sharp winged liner and a blood-red lip that screamed I was no longer the girl waiting at home with a pot roast."Damn," Hailey smirked, glancing at the line of girls outside. "Those ladies still waiting might curse us out. Let them. We’ve already achieved the goal."We pushed into the heart of the club. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, high end gin, and the low thrum of deep house mus
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