The first dress was short.
Naomi had tried all she could to convince me to wear the dress, but to no avail. I just wasn't in tune with the dress.
The dress style just wasn't for me. It's not just that the dress is short. It also hung tight onto my whole curves. And as much as I wanted Adam's eyes to remain glued to me this night, I wasn't going to dress like an almost slut to the party. I would leave that style to my sister, Lilian, and Claire.
When we had gotten to Naomi's home in the afternoon, her parents had been around, actually waiting for our return.
Her father, after acknowledging our greetings, had gone out to bring in the electronic bike which we had left at the side of the road, and her mother had spoiled us rotten with sumptuous dishes which according to her, she had made so that we won't attend the party hungry.
