Blood-red dress with a slit so high I was nervous for her. A cleavage so deep it made every man in the room stare. Her hair was perfectly styled and her lips were the same color as her dress.
Violette looked every bit as beautiful as she was. And the initial shock and awe of her perfect figure draped in that dress dissipated as soon as they noticed her scent.. or the lack of it for that matter.
Violette smiled as they glared at her, unbothered as she walked the now clear path to us. Harlan smiled with satisfaction as he said, "That is the most Violette entrance I've ever witnessed," he said, trying not to laugh. And I smiled because it was.
I realized then, Violette was very important to Harlan, as a friend of course. I tried to remind myself of this as I stared at her with awe and wondered how Harlan never liked her romantically, hell, I think I'm starting to. How could anyone be this beautiful? It was even slightly annoying, and I was jealous even though I shouldn't be.
