Bad Liar
Her heels click against the tiles, before changing to a soft thud as she walks across my carpeted floor, flicking out her long hair.
"Sure am," I reply, getting to my feet and wobbling. I hastily reach for my desk. I knew these heels were too high for me. Or maybe it was the three glasses of champagne...
"Do I look alright?" Becca asks us, her voice unusually timid.
She stands and runs her fingers down the light pink dress that is securely wrapped around her body.
"Hell to the yeah," Kiarra nods.
"Really?" she whispers.
"My brother will probably drop dead at the sight of you," I tease.