บท 13: The Bad Night

I smooth my palms down the front of my coral cocktail dress.

"I really wish you wore the black mini," Selena whines as I appraise myself in the floor-length mirror inside Lux's female bathroom.

She might not like my dress, but I think it's beautiful- it's understated. It isn't revealing or tight. It's...well, it's boring, I guess. The realization hits me harder than I'd like it to, and I deflate, like a balloon with a pinhole in it. I flick my stare over Selena's risqué ensemble. I've never been one to wear clothes like that. Her pink, tube dress clings to her curves like a second skin and, although the dress would look awful on me, it's gorgeous on her.

"You work too hard on shaping that ass not to show it off," she adds, turning sideways to check out her butt.