"Is this necessary?" Athena asked Gianna as she spritzed perfume on her wrists and dabbing it around her neck.
She looked stunning in a short red gown that made her legs seem to stretch on forever—definitely a weapon fashioned against men tonight.
"Is what necessary?" Gianna bent to slide her feet inside her red open-toe heel.
"The night out. The dress… especially the dress…"
A pause.
"I look like…" Athena gestured to her outfit, glancing at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
"You look like a beautiful woman ready to have a blast at a club tonight!" Gianna replied, admiring the view. "It's the weekend after all, and if you end up with a hangover, guess what? Tomorrow isn't a work day!"
Athena scoffed.
Gianna had no idea what her work entailed. It wasn't like her jewelry gig, where you could take a breather between days.
In her line of work, anything could happen!
