Pov: ReginaSienna’s closet was more of a second boutique than a closet. Silk and cashmere, organized by colors, hung from racks, and her bed was already buried beneath piles of discarded dress options by the time we arrived.I stood in the middle of her dressing room, staring at the chaos. “You said you had nothing to wear.”“I don't,” she said with a shrug, the bright light casting a glow on her melanin skin.I gestured toward the racks and piles of dresses. “Then what are all these?”“Potential.”I laughed. “You need professional help, Sienna.”“A stylist is what I need. Unfortunately, the one I called is currently standing in my dressing room, insulting me.”“Because you deserve it.”Sienna threw a dress at me. “Wha’chu think?”I caught it, examined the deep emerald fabric and shook my head. “You're going on a dinner date, not an award show.”“How about this one?” she asked, holding a deep red dress against her body.“Perfect,” I said. “It compliments your skin tone really well. G
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