MIRA

It’s the day of the party. Two boxes, alongside bouquets of flowers lay innocently on my doorstep. Both has little sticky notes on them. One’s from Adrian, the host of today’s event. It’s red color. Long flay with a height thigh slit at the side.

An overly open chest. I’m sure he knows my favorite color is red and so he doesn’t hesitate to send expensive dresses in red. Only now, I can see him for the snake he is.

The other, is from Jeff, my date. Royal blue, with hard ...