"Hurry up, Fey. We don't have all night," Maria gave her watch a quick glance, then added worriedly, "It's 21:00 already!"
She got out of her en-suite bathroom, twirled around then told her jokingly, "Being a little late is fashionable."
"We're gonna be like an hour late with the traffic and all." Her friend whined.
Felicity rolled her eyes, then – being the playful little thing she was – couldn't help but say in a teasing tone, "The moment we walk through that door, Blake is gonna want to rip your dress off."
Maria huffed but felt nonetheless the familiar tingle announcing her fast-spreading blush. She was wearing a beautiful golden dress that looked classy and chic, yet somehow sexy too –ankle-length, with spaghetti straps, and a slit on the left side that reached her knee. The neckl
