107: Dressing Up

ADRIANA’S POV

Daciana’s idea for the perfect distraction is to drink ourselves to oblivion then go shopping. After breakfast, she forced me to change into something more outing material. I stared at her like she grew two heads and when she saw I was not understanding what she was saying, she pushed herself into my closet and came out with a red shimmery dress I didn’t know existed.

“Come on, you’ll look great in it.” she assured, giving it to me. I stared at it, a little cautious and she laughed. “It’s a dress Adriana, come on. We don’t have all day.” I look at the clock on my bedside that said it was barely ten in the morning, then I sigh and enter the closet to change.

Daciana doesn’t give me shit for not changing in front of her and I appreciate her for it, more than she could ever know. When I put on the dress, my eyes immediately widen when I see it stops just below my mid-thigh and it is skin tight. It almost looks like it was sewn on my body, it leaves almost nothing to the ima