The next day, Merry and I met with Nyssa on the way to school together. On the way meant right outside the gate. We were together for only a minute before someone wanted to join.
"Won't you call your friend to join us?" Nyssa asked, a light smile of amusement stretching her lips. She was wearing another dress today, like every other day. I've only seen her with a dress on or nothing at all, but she never wore pants or skirts.
This morning, she wore a sleek, form-fitting sheath dress that hugged her figure gracefully. The dress's high neckline and cap sleeves added a sophisticated flair. Overall, it allowed enjoying her beautiful shape without revealing much, provoking me to imagine what was underneath until I finally tore it up and found out.
Merry, ever contrasting with her casual style, wore tight lime-colored jeans that reached just above her calves and a yellow tunic for a shirt that stretched a little around her breasts.
