[23] An Awkward Moment

I slipped into the maroon knee-length dress I borrowed from Ashley. I combed my hair up into a neat bun, and rushed on a bit of eyeliner as well as some matte red lipstick. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and scoffed.

“I do hope this effort is worth it,” I babbled, stumbling lazily back into my living room where Ashley was seated.

“Faye, you look drop-dead gorgeous,” She complimented.

“Of course I do; this is your dress.”