"Lisha?" Adam calls from other side of the door. "Gen is here."
"I'll be out in a minute."
I wait until his footsteps disappear down the hallway before I pick my bag and walk out.
Gen raises both eyebrows as she takes in my dress code, then she laughs.
"That ain't it, sweetheart. You're not wearing that."
"What's wrong with it?"
Adam smirks.
"It's a college party not a crusade. You can't wear such if you're planning on blending with the rest."
I eye my dress. It's expensive, obviously, and it's one of my favourites. I wore it to some dance that my dad was invited to almost two years ago.
Gen is looking at me.
"Do you have something else? Shorter, tighter.."
"You mean sluttier?"
"Exactly."
"No, not really."
"Come on. We'll dig into your closet and get you something."
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