Kenna
”Too plain,” Dimitri mutters before shaking his head, disagreeing to the plain black dress I’m wearing. My eyes wander down to the sleeveless dress as I turn to look in the mirror, seeing how the dress fits onto my body perfectly well but it also appears as if I’m going to a funeral.
”I look fairer though,” I reply, looking sideways.
”Wrong. Men prefer tanned women,” He says which causes me to raise an eyebrow at him before looking at my other best friend, seemingly occupied with his phone.
”If you think that I dress up for men, you’re wrong. I dress up for myself,” My right hand is on my hip before looking at Dimitri after squinting my eyes, causing him to walk towards me, arms crossed; standing tall due to the differences of our heights.
He leans forward, ”Do you think men dre
