“You look fantastic, you need to stop worrying so much. Besides, if we’re just going to that bar again, why do you feel the need to get dressed up so much? Unless you’re planning on trying to make someone else jealous.” Lily laughed from where she was sitting crossed-legged on Thea’s bed.
“Maybe I am. If Ash is there, maybe he’ll realize exactly what he’s missing out on by being stubborn and thick headed. If I had truly wanted to ruin his business, I would’ve left him to die and not bothered saving him. There’s… Not really anything else I can do. Besides, I’m here for a good time, not a long time.” Thea responded back with a snort as she glanced at herself in the mirror, the form fitting black dress hugged every curve she had and her hair had been curled to perfection.