Capítulo 227: Rough Ride

It amused Ivo somehow to realise that everyone, even Davi, had saved new clothes to wear on new years eve. Apparently Alina had scrounged up some half-decent stuff in one of her thrift runs and locked it up "before anyone could get bloodstains on it."

Almost all of it was white. 

She wore a white satin dress that fell just below her ass, and was held up by a single spaghetti strap. The contrast of the shimmering fabric against her golden brown skin made her look as if she was glowing. 

"Stop hogging the mirror," Vice said, trying to squeeze himself over her shoulder to look at his own reflection in the one full length mirror in the house. "It won't get any better than that."

"You were here for ages."

Alina elbowed him out of the way. He stumbled into Davi who had been ready to leave for about twenty minutes.