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❝ Solo llama y estaré alli ❞ (Translation at the end)
"IM FEELING THE RED ONE," I said glancing at it "But this blue one...Uhm no."
I watch to my closet and pull out one of the black dresses from my mother's Girls Night Out collection and handed it to Zaya. "For you your majesty" I smiled and handed it to her.
"Really? You're so kind to me" She wiped fake tears and went to go put it on.
I waited on my bed till she came out of the bathroom and my mouth went wide when she did. Zaya was used to wearing baggy close so her body was never on full display as it was now.
"Holy shit," I said breathlessly, "What do I look bad? Oh my god, I look bad don't I?" I quickly shook my head and dragged her to the full-size mirror on the back of our door. She inspected her figure with a look of surprise.
"Do you see that? Perfecta" I pointed to her in the mirror "I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't turn gay for you right now" (Perfect)
"Okay, enough about me go put on your dress" She grabbed it off the hanger and pushed me with it into the bathroom. I stripped out of my hoodie and sweatpants set and put on the red dress. I smoothed it down my body and quickly turned around to view my ass.
SHEEEEESH...
I exited the bathroom and saw Zaya putting a matte lipstick on, she smacks her lips and looks at me. "You look H-O-T, like smokin'"
"Do you still have that red lipstick?" I look through her makeup bag, "Yeah it should be in there"
I find it and line up my lips with it, Next is our hair. I made a pact with myself to never straighten my hair ever again wanting to deny the struggle and hair damage. So I just brush it back and go for a high ponytail while Zaya goes for a bun with two curled strands sticking out. I spritz some rose perfume and put all my items into my clutch. I grab my laced-up black stilettos and put them on. Zaya finishes one more stroke on her eyebrow and puts her stuff away, grabbing some knee-high boot heels and putting them on.
We walk out of the dorm room ignoring the glances of passing people as we get to the cab I had called in advance, I slip into it after Zaya and give the address of 'The Angels Tavern' the local Bar/Club. All students from our college go there regardless of their age since the bartenders don't bother to card anyone so they have 'fun' aka get uncertain alcohol poisoning.
The cab stops and Zaya pays, due to being the daughters of prestigious people we instantly get recognized. Me, being the daughter of a famous designer and Zaya's the daughter of a tech genius who created much software and of a late famous painter. People start whispering as we pull up to the bouncer who gives us a polite nod and points us to the VIP section. Once we land on the VIP couch I look around the club. The neon lights spinning around the room creating a purple hue light enough to see other people but dark enough to set a sensual vibe, I see young adults grinding on each other. Men on men, women on women, women on men.
