AN: Reminder, the Italian you see is from a translator, it could be drastically wrong...
The moment we've all been waiting for is here...in two parts...
For those that get a bit squeamish in reading more mature scenes, do NOT read part 2. Just read part 1, and skip to chapter 6 (when its available). I arranged the chapter so that you wont be missing any important information.
Either way, I smell a plot twist coming on...
Enjoy :)
Jourdain's dress on the side-->
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That Friday…April 25
Alicia’s Apartment
Manhattan, NY
8:00 p.m.
Jourdain gave the dress Alicia held a dubious look. "Are you sure that's gonna fit me?" "Of course! Why wouldn't it?" Jourdain gave Alicia a look. Alicia was a few inches shorter than her and had more of a pear shape than a curvy build.
"Okay, listen, I'm pretty sure it'll be fine. It's not like it was designed to personally fit me anyway. With some pins and double sided tape here and there I'm sure you'll be fine," Alicia said confidently.
"You don't think I'm doing the wrong thing do you? Does this make me a bad person? Maybe I should call off---"
Alicia threw the dress on the bed. "Don't you dare speak such blasphemy!" Alicia's face softened when she noticed Jourdain's sullen expression. She sat down on the bed next to her best friend. "Listen sweetie, you're gonna go on this date, and you're gonna have a great time. Looking at what the world has to offer doesn't make you a bad person. You're 24 for Christ sake! You've barely had two serious boyfriends and you're already engaged. If the date goes horrible, which I have a feeling it won't, then you can return to Max knowing that you won't be missing out on anything when you guys get married," Alicia paused before saying, "but I really don't think you should be getting married." Jourdain scoffed, "you're only saying that because you don't like Max."
Alicia stood up and began to put together the items needed for Jourdain's "makeover". "True." "You never told me why you didn't like him." Alicia shrugged her shoulders as she pulled out her makeup kit. "I just don't think he's good enough for you. You deserve way better." With that she clapped her hands and turned around with that signature mischievous grin of hers. "Now, lets get to work."
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"Damn girl damn," Alicia praised as she stepped back to look at her masterpiece. "That dress looks so much better on you than it did on me. I'm so jealous."
The "dress", if one could call it that, (there was such little fabric) was a knockout. It was black with a deep, plunging neckline, and completely backless. It fell gracefully to the floor, with a thigh high slit and small train. The dress fit Jourdain as if it had been poured on, molding to her each and every curve. Jourdain looked down at the dress apprehensively. "Are you sure? I feel like I'm spilling out of this dress. Jesus Christ, I look like a milk maiden the way my boobs are on display. This was definitely not made for C cups!" She complained. Alicia laughed, "Jourdain you look fucking fantastic! Look in the mirror behind the door."
Jourdain clacked her cap toe heels over to the mirror and looked
...And stood shocked.
Alicia was right. She did look fucking fantastic. Jourdain wasn't one to overdo it with makeup, usually a little mascara and eyeliner did the trick, but Alicia did an excellent job. The golden copper shadow and coal black liner illuminated her brown eyes. Alicia had added a bit of bronzer on her face to bring out the contours and angles of her features, giving her the illusion of an exotic heritage. The look was finished with a nude lip and wildly curled hair. Alicia had dusted a shimmering powder along the exposed parts of her body so her skin glistened and gave off an earthly glow.
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