Ivonne's POV
The blonde girl stood at a distance, eyes squinted as she peered ahead of her to catch sight of her lover. The morning wind blew hair strands around her face like it was doing mine, the red print short skirt she wore with a black off-the-shoulder blouse being held down to prevent exposing of her thighs beneath the cloth.
As always, she appeared beautiful with those eyes of hers, high cheekbones and small lips which glistened from the red lipstick she had applied.
"What is she doing here?" I asked Tobias as I brushed my black hair backward and behind my ear to prevent it from entirely covering my facial features.
Watching Allison struggle with her choice of dressing made me thankful I had chosen blue sweatpants and a long-sleeved black crop top, both of the clothes stopping halfway on my midriff to reveal my taut abdomen and thin waistline.