
Alice pairs my dress with shiny black rhinestone studded stiletto heels with an ankle strap. She finishes me off with deep purple makeup, soft but alluring, and my hair flowing down my back in simple curls with the front pulled back in jeweled clips.
I’m so nervous when Alice finishes that she gives me two more shots of Patron to help calm me down.
“Quit fucking worrying. You’ll do fine,” Alice reassures me.
“I don’t know if I can fucking do this, Alice. I not the dating type of girl.”
“Of course you are. Every girl is the dating type of girl. Just fucking relax.”
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