She was just out to buy some paintbrushes and colors, and still managed to bump into these two pests.
Fiona Vaughn wore a couture smoky rose-colored gown, her chestnut hair styled in big waves, a few playful wisps hanging by her brow—a hint of fresh innocence beneath her seductive charm.
Chloe Alden, who'd been "sick" for days and skipping classes at Stellerton University, was at her side now, dressed as provocatively as ever: batwing sleeves ending almost at her shoulders, denim hotpants barely covering her ass.
A shop assistant eagerly introduced the dresses to them, while Fiona smiled and nodded from time to time, seeming polite and demure.
"Miss Fiona, our wedding dresses are absolutely worth it. You've looked around but haven't tried any—is there something you're dissatisfied with?"
Fiona curled her lips sweetly.
"Actually, my fiancé is parking nearby. I want to wait for him to look together."
Chloe grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist.
