*Olivia*
“How do I look?" Dahlia twirled in place wearing the dress she had borrowed from me. It was shorter and simpler than her usual style but as always, it fit her like a glove. From her waist to her bust, every asset was perfectly showcased just enough to be enticing but still classy.
I whistled appreciatively.
“Another date with Lorenzo?" I asked with a grin.
“He's taking me out to dinner." She blushed, gazing into the mirror as she checked every inch of her reflection for blemishes. Dahlia had always been kind of a perfectionist when it came to her image.
I watched her in the mirror for a minute. Something was missing. Even with the beautiful earrings she had chosen, I still felt like there was something more she needed to complete the look.
“It needs something," I got to
