The girl was walking down the street towards the house, enclosed with a fence of roses. In one hand she held a bottle of champagne, the other held a wide-brimmed hat. Dark sunglasses hid the eyes, leaving all the attention to lips - plump and bright red.
The guys walking towards her whistled playfully and could not resist a couple of slippery comments about her short skirt and seductive legs.
'I think I went over the top after all,' Emily reprimanded herself mentally, stopping in front of the door of the house. Her grandmother had not seen her like that for a long time, or better to say... never!
Maybe she shouldn't have borrowed things from her neighbor? Who by the way, was a great go-go dancer. Although Emily did not see it herself, they said so.
"Come on Hayes, you will do it. Operation Anti-Kevin has begun." She pressed the bell and prepared for the loud indignation of her beloved relative.
