Anastasia's morning started with chaos.
"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this," she grumbled as Caroline tossed the black dress they chose at the mall at her.
"Correction, you agreed," Caroline quipped, applying a dramatic coat of lipstick in the mirror. "Besides, you're not just going on a date—you're sabotaging it for me."
Anastasia rolled her eyes but slipped into the sleek, slit dress anyway. It hugged her figure a little too well, the silky material pooling around her legs as she moved. Ugh. Caroline really had expensive taste.
"You sure about this?" Caroline asked hesitantly, chewing on her lip. "You don't have to go all out. Just be rude, make him hate me, and that's it."
Anastasia smirked. "Oh, sweetheart. You're talking to an expert."
She swiped Caroline's car keys off the table and winked. "I'll make sure he never wants to see you again."
Famous last words.
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