NATASHA.
"Okay, I'm very certain the king cannot resist it when he finally sees you! Damn, Natasha, you look smoking hot!" Tiff said as she took a step back to admire her handy work.
"I don't know, Tiffany. I'm really not hoping to look smoking hot to Aiden's parents," I mumbled worriedly as I stared at my reflection through the mirror.
"No. I promise you're only going to look smoking hot to the King. No one else. You just look different than you normally do and I'm sure you'll have him tripping. Thank you for letting me help," she smiled, leaning against the chair as she brought her face close to mine.
"I'm still not sure I should've let you lure me into wearing this," I mumbled, staring at the scar on my wrists.
"Come on! You look amazing! You've been bundling yourself all this whi
