Eliana's POV

“Okay, tell me this isn’t hot.” Sophia said, twirling in front of a mirror, holding up a silky red dress against her. We had decided to go shopping together.

Juliette snorted from behind a rack of blouses.

“It’s hot,” she said flatly, “but it’s also screaming ‘please arrest me, officer, I didn’t know your son was eighteen.’”

“Excuse me?!” Sophia gasped. “I’ll have you know I can pull off red better than both of you combined.”

I laughed — ...