Monica's POV
"You two have to see this!" Michelle exclaimed, her face lighting up as she spotted us. "Monica, there's a dress that just arrived that would look absolutely divine on you. Please tell me you'll try it on!"
"We're definitely going in," Natalie declared before I could even respond, looping her arm through mine and practically dragging me into the boutique.
With theatrical flair, Michelle retrieved a garment bag and unzipped it to reveal a knockout red dress. It was scandalously short with thin straps, a plunging V-neckline, and a back that dipped dangerously low. The fabric looked luxurious, and despite my reservations, I felt an instant attraction to it.
"Into the fitting room. Now," Natalie commanded, pointing toward the back of the store.
"Natalie, be reasonable," I protested. "Where would I possibly wear something like this? I don't exactly have a bustling nightlife."
