Brandy’s POV
We make our way through the sea of people, and I can’t help but notice just how many pairs of eyes turn toward the two women beside me, openly admiring them. A few glance my way, but quickly move on to the more interesting and frankly beautiful women who accompany me.
Entering the restrooms, we take turns using the facilities, me going last faintly expecting to come out of the stall to find Rory and Celeste have already left. I blink as I find them both by the sinks, Celeste touching up her mascara as Rory dries her hands on a paper towel.
Moving toward the sinks, I wash my hands before stepping to the dispenser and tearing off a sheet to dry them with.
‘Are you not uncomfortable?’ Celeste’s words startle me as I turn back to find her looking me up and down, frowning sligh
