*Olivia*

“How do I look?” Dahlia twirled in place wearing the dress she had borrowed from me. It was shorter and simpler than her usual style but as always, it fit her like a glove. From her waist to her bust, every asset was perfectly showcased just enough to be enticing but still classy.

I whistled appreciatively.

“Another date with Lorenzo?” I asked with a grin.

“He’s taking me out to dinner.” She blushed, gazing into the mirror as ...