"Holy hell, " I stared at my reflection and actually blushed.
The neckline made my chest look… unfairly good. The outfit pulled me in all the right places, showing my curves.
My cleavage was on full display, and God, I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed or kinda… thrilled.
This fit wasn't just hot. It was criminally snatched, and dangerously short.
Like, I literally couldn't bend over without the whole party getting a free show.
"Woaaah…" I whispered, turning sideways in the mirror. "Can I actually wear this to the party?"
It was a black cut out top with tight mini skirt.
This outfit had been sitting in my closet since that random thrift binge last summer, when I told myself I'd "be brave one day." I never wore it out because I didn't want to look like I was trying. But right now? I wanted to try.
Ash had dug it out of my closet. "This one," he handed it to me, clutching it to his chest. And now here I was, actually wearing into it.
