Peter raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from casual to concerned as he took in her appearance. "Why? Is it forbidden to visit my girlfriend now?" he asked, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. But his lighthearted tone faded quickly as his eyes swept over her. "What's wrong, Maya? Where are you going dressed like that?"
His gaze lingered on her attire, and Maya felt a surge of panic as she realized what he must be thinking. The dress—a black, figure-hugging mini that clung to her curves—wasn't something she normally wore, especially not around Peter. It was bold, provocative, and practically screamed for attention.
Peter's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he searched her face for answers. "You look like you're heading to a party or… something else." His voice trailed off, the last two words carrying an edge of suspicion.
