"You look so fucking sexy, I could cry," Chynna complimented, wiping a faux tear from her eyes. She reached for her phone and took a picture of her best friend.
"I'm supposed to look professional, not like a sex worker,"
Amy protested but blushed despite herself, as she shrugged into the outfit Chynna had laid out for her. before picking up her bag and looking at herself in the mirror. Chynna was right, she did look really good.
"You are going to kill it at the office today, I promise,"
The taller, brown-haired Chynna assured, hugging her best friend from behind and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Let me drop you off at the office, then I'll go and get ready. I have a ton of shoots today, I might die."
Taking in a deep breath, Amy put on her high heeled shoes, then slipped on her horn-rimmed spectacles. Stepping into the living room, she looked up at the portrait of her smiling parents.
