Twisted Heart
My eyes roam all the dresses that are laying on my bed, sofa, even some in my closet, I never knew I own this much red stuff, if I didn’t ask for his favorite color I would have never known, half of my closet has a red splash.
“Yeah. Brian invited me.”
I pick up a spaghetti strap gown; I bought this one quite a time ago, never wear it on any occasion. Hazel forcibly me to buy this beautiful dark red dress with golden stars all over the fabric with a very low neckline. My cleavage will be on the showcase for the entire Chicago tonight with no doubt.
“What?” she stands up at lighting speed. “Brian McCoy. Why would he invite you to a gala night?” she frowns.
“We are getting married, that’s why,
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