LAUREN'S POV
Huh. To think that the dress Tessa picked out would fit me this perfectly. I tilted my head slightly as I examined my reflection in the tall mirror, running my eyes over every curve and every fold of fabric. The material really hugged my waistline with just enough firmness to show its narrowness, while the slit running up my thigh revealed just the right amount of skin — tasteful but undeniably bold. I turned slightly to the side, pressing my palm against my hip, testing how the light caught the sheen of the material. It did exactly what a dress was supposed to do: it highlighted me. It carried my figure.
“You like it, huh?”
I blinked, realizing I had gotten lost in admiring myself. Tessa’s voice rang from the doorway. She leaned casually against the frame, arms folded, lip
