Celeste smacked her lips together, blending her nude lipstick with a finger swipe. She leaned into the mirror and squinted, checking for any smudges.
Her leather mini skirt hugged her curves like a second skin, and her sheer black top, paired with a bralette underneath, felt equal parts daring and defensive. She wore a leather boot high enough to her knees, and her skirt dared her to bend if she had enough guts to.
"Girl…" Amara drawled from the bed, one leg crossed over the other as she sipped on an energy drink. "You're killing me right now."
Celeste glanced at her reflection and bit the inside of her cheek. She hated stepping out because she always ended up looking too much.
"I look too much, right?"
Amara scoffed. "You look too good to be going to a party you almost declined."
Celeste rolled her eyes, fluffing her hair, which was coiled in soft, bouncy waves. "You know I wasn't going to go at all."
