Chiti was in rare form when the girls appeared at her dance studio. She was leaning on her car outside wearing scandalously close to nothing. Essence decided her friend was out to cause some mayhem and she very much wanted to be involved.
Alighting from the vehicle which brought her to the studio, she grinned at her friend, “what the hell are you wearing?” Essence looked over the blood red asymmetrical shimmering micro dress with the triangular cutout at the waist. “It’s a statement!”
Chiti smirked, “my father demanded my presence at a meeting with one of his politician friends. My sister gave me the heads up it was a setup since I’m still single. I showed up like this, told them I was preparing for a competition and couldn’t stay long.”
“Did it piss your dad off?”
“Yes, but the polit
