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She hadn't even replaced the dress she was wearing with a night shirt. “Why are you dressed like that? Is that the latest model dress you bought this morning?” Afgan chose to ask rather than answer Melinda's question. “Oh, it is. Tomorrow is the engagement ceremony of the Gonzales family's daughter, make sure you attend, dear. Mom called me to look for an elegant dress this morning. Look, isn't it nice?” “Hmm.” Afgan just glanced and cleared his throat briefly then stood up and was about to step out of the room.

Kieran growled before anyone else could speak. The girls huddled quickly, giggling like schoolgirls, then Lena turned with a wicked grin. “Wear our dresses for ten minutes.” The men groaned, but a dare was a dare. The dresses were far too small to actually fit, but they tried. Rafe stretched Lena’s silky red fabric across his chest until it ripped at the seams. Thorne barely got Nyah’s straps over his shoulders. And Kieran, Aria almost choked on her drink watching him try to squeeze into her tight black dress. The zipper wouldn’t even go halfway, the fabric pulling taut over his tattooed chest, his muscles bulging obscenely against it.

She had a massive, excited smile on her face. "If Mina wants to wear your green dress," Nixie smirked, unzipping the bag, "then we are going to make sure she looks like a cheap imitation." She pulled out the dress, It was a breathtaking, fiery crimson red. It was made of pure silk, with a daring slit up the leg and a beautiful open back.

Her fingers were intertwined with Liam's dragging him into the bathroom behind her. They were clearly leaving one room to have sex in the shower. I decided to go back to the walk in closet and pick out a dress and heels like I was going out. I wasn't actually going to try it on, even if I wanted to, it wasn't mine. Plus I enjoy comfier clothing. Maybe Liam's closet would be a better fit for my size and style... "Need a hand with that?" I was surprised to hear Fiona's voice so calm while I was holding up one of her gowns. It was a deep purple with rhinestones on the bodice and throughout the long dress.

It was just perfect. “Are you okay in there?” Fynn’s voice drifted through the door and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I opened the door and saw in his eyes that the dress fit me just right. He told me to change and that he would pay for it, but I didn’t want him to spend money on me. As I stepped out of the changing room, I handed the dress to the girl and found Fynn near the counter. The girl folded the dress and put it in a bag and as she handed it to me I frowned at Fynn, who was giving me his “I’ma good boy” grin. As we stepped out of the store, the scent of blood became overwhelming and I dug my nails into his arm.

I had to. I tsked the moment I was reminded of the fact that Fiona had once again taken Mico -my support system- over to their side of the house. I paced for a while and decided it was best to pick out my dress for dinner tonight. After several minutes of sorting through the plethora of dresses lined up on hangers in the wide closet, I settled for a nude cotton long sleeved dress that stopped a little below my knees. It had little white beads that were intricately woven in to the dress.

“I don’t need all these outfits.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” Gwen said, dropping the pile of clothes on my bed. “All of these dresses are absolutely fantastic and you’ll look gorgeous in them. Like this one for example.” She held up a dress that would put all other little black dresses to shame. The dress was a sleeveless mini dress that had golden feathers at the bust. “I can’t wear this.” I said, shaking my head. “Why not? Your ass would look great in it.” She pretended to swoon. “You’ll wear it with pearl earrings and red-bottoms. Come on, Larissa.”

One week since I started mourning the loss of something I never even got the chance to cherish. Nathan has been blowing my phone nonstop with apology texts and requests to meet up sometime to “discuss our future.” I would rather trek through Time Square buck ass naked. “So you guys are definitely going to the club tonight!” My best friend, Zeya, screeches excitedly at my other best friend, Gemini, over their video call. “What do you think of this dress, Gem? Won’t Astrid look like a total, delicious slut in this?” She holds up a sheer gold dress that is so indecent, it should be illegal.

Drasa’s POV It was supposed to be a light day, for once. Dress shopping with Andra and Maya had sounded like the perfect distraction from the suffocating weirdness that had become my everyday life. After fencing practices filled with side-eyes and gritted-teeth silence, and mysterious notes shoved into my locker, I needed something soft, light, and preferably glittery. "You’re trying this." Maya declared, holding up a silver backless gown with a neckline that could probably be classified as a weapon.