Which one looks better?
Mia sends two pictures in the group chat, both of her in floor length dresses with similar necklines. Except one is a light purple and the other one is navy blue and seriously stunning on her.
Abby
What’s Nate wearing?
Mia
Whatever I tell him to once I pick my dress
They both look so good, but I vote for navy!
Abby
I like them both!
Mia
I’m kind of leaning toward navy too, but I wanted to wear something lighter so I’m stuck! I’m going for… which dress is going to make me look hotter so my baby daddy will want to get it on when we get home. You know?
You could wear hot garbage and he’d be crawling to you.
Abby
That’s true.
Mia
Okay, navy it is.
My hair is doing the thing where it doesn’t actually want to cooperate with my vision for the night so I’m about to toss my entire idea and just leave it down like I normally do. Every time I try to pin the pieces up in the back, I can feel them falling and they don’t feel as secure as they should be.
Dammit. I mutter to myself with a bobby pin between my teeth. My arms officially give out after another try and I revert back to my tried and true. Leaving my hair down in loose curls and then pinning one side back completely.
Grabbing the dress from my closet, I step into it carefully. The fabric shimmies over my hips and up my torso as I pull the straps up and let them hang from my shoulders. I didn’t get a chance to put any self-tanner on this week, so the slit that goes up to my thigh definitely exposes my paler skin, but at least I shaved, right?
Giving my hair one final fluff, I grab my clutch off the bed and apply a tiny amount of lip gloss before taking one more look in the mirror and heading out the door. I’ve only talked to Chase once since we took things further last weekend, but I’ve had a hell of a week at the hospital and if I wasn’t working, I’ve been sleeping.
Liam places both hands on my hips as he comes up behind me, spinning me around to face him.
“Careful, Evans. Almost gave me whiplash,” I say, pressing a finger against his chest as he hugs me.
To his left is a wall of a man with long, thick legs and strong shoulders. A pair of honey brown eyes with flecks of gold and the most perfect scent I could get drunk off of. Chase stands tall and confident, dressed in a perfectly tailored pair of khaki pants and jacket, a white button down underneath with a tie and a dark brown watch on his wrist, pulling the whole look together.
Liam releases me and I look over at Chase as he takes a step toward me.
“Hi,” he whispers in my ear when he pulls me in for a hug and my insides feel warm and tingly.
My arms wrap around his neck as he pulls my waist closer to him.
“Hi.” I blush, feeling like a little girl in his arms.
“I’ll tell you something, these dinners get more and more extravagant every year. Why isn’t your sister a party planner?” Mia walks up beside us just as Chase lets my waist go, but his hand dangles dangerously close to mine at my side. Brushing our pinkies together every time he moves.
“This is her party planning,” I say, waving my hand around the room decorated like a celebrity wedding reception.
Champagne colored lights cover the room, giving it a warm and glowing feeling. While the tables are perfectly placed throughout the room with just enough space to comfortably walk through and mingle. The centerpieces are stunning—trulysomething out of a fairytale with white flowers cascading down and tea candles on every table.
