Aimee’s POV
I’m wearing a black shiny dress that covers half of my upper legs, five inches above my knees. It has a low v-neckline down to the center of my stomach and its long sleeves are see-through. My hair is freely swaying after Janine curled its ends.
“Oh my God, Aimee! Clyver will literally drool over you if he saw you tonight!” she exclaimed—which is for me, exaggerated.
“Bad for him then,” I shot a brow up to her and giggled. I put on a shiny pink lip gloss that matches my outfit. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cat-looking eye looked smaller due to the wing eyeliner that I draw. It’s been a while since I do things that I like. And I’m happy that decided to choose this path.
“Let’s go, Aimee. I can’t wait to hit the dance floor!” she excitedly grabbed me by my a
