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I got up from the floor and stomped my foot. “And how did you get in?”
Her mouth was full. “If you didn’t want me to come over randomly, you shouldn’t have told me where the spare key was.” Luckily, I could hear through the muffling and chomping.
“Touche.” I closed the door, looking into my studio apartment that barely fit my poor excuse of furniture.
Tina looked up at me with her critical eyes, setting the cereal down as she ran at me instantly, her bony fingers poking at my shirt.
“Oh, sweetie.” Her eyes glared at my outfit as she stepped back with her brows scrunching. “Is this what you wore today?You can’t wear this to work anymore. You look like an old lady.”
“What?” I didn’t think I looked old. I wore my two-inch white pointed heels that matched perfectly with my pencil skirt that fell to my knees. A lovely blouse flowed from my collarbone down to my waist, and my hair was nicely pinned back into a bun with a few strands dangling in the front. What was old about that? It’s not like I wore loafers… even though I had a pair in my closet.
Tina lifted the shirt. “First off, where is the cleavage?” Then I tugged my skirt. “And really? Knee length? What are we, in church?”
Insulting much? “I happen to like my length, and as for the cleavage, that’s unprofessional. Would you also have me wear those heels?” I pointed to her stripper shoes. “In case you didn’t notice. You’re off work. You don’t have to wear work attire here.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying. You look like a librarian or some old mom. You’re hot, Freya. Don’t forget that! Guys at the restaurant used to ogle you all night. And they would be very unimpressed with this. Whatever it is.” Her hands waved in the air, frantically mocking my attire.
“They weren’t ogling atme.”
“Of course they were!” She sassed back.
“Whatever you say.” I folded my arms, knowing there was no point to this conversation as Tina rarely let anyone win an argument. I liked my clothes, and that was that. I didn’t need her approval. “Is this your way of telling me I have no say in what I wear tonight?” The thought made my skin crawl.
Tina dressing me? I would look like a hooker… quite literally.
She grinned almost menacingly. “Yes.”
Tina pulled me into the corner of the apartment, considered my room, and began rummaging through my tiny closet. Shocker, she pulled out a tight white strapless dress from the back of my closet. I didn’t recognize it, but it wasn’t something I’d buy.
“Is that yours?” I questioned.
She was silent, and I knew immediately.
“You brought it, didn’t you!” I scolded. “I have clothes, you know!”
“Yeah, ugly ones that don’t show your boobs. You have a nice body, Freya. I’m just going to let the world know that as well.” She held the dress to her body as if to flaunt the dress she would make me wear.
She ran over to my shoes under the bed, where she no doubt planted another item. Her freshly black-painted fingers pulled out a pair of four-inch plain nude stilettos. At least these were less flashy. Though still not one of my belongings.
I rolled my eyes. “Anything else you hid in my room? Push-up bra? Stripper panties?”
“No, sorry. I sold my last pair for 300 dollars today.” She sassed back, but I couldn’t tell if she was serious. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time she sold her underwear to Creeps interested.
Seriously, people are so strange these days.
I decided to shower off my day, somehow getting sucked into letting Tina do my hair and makeup.
After my prolonged makeover, she finally let me see the finished look.
I impatiently sprinted to the mirror, unsure how it would turn out. However, to my surprise, I was utterly in admirationas I saw myself.
I felt breathtaking as if I had walked out of Victoria’s Secret magazine.
My hair was straightened and pulled back into a long ponytail, letting my face stand out more. It highlighted my jawline as my hair descended, folding along my collarbone. I batted my new long, fake lashes and watched my eyes practically glow with the contrasting black smoky eye shadow she had used.
Tina looked at me like I was her work of art. “I told you, you clean up nice. You’re a total catch, not that you need makeup.”
I shrugged it off awkwardly. I was not used to getting compliments or good at responding to them, and Tina knew that well. I didn’t tend to get many compliments with Tina around. Men always seemed too interested in her to ever pay attention to me. Not that I ever really gave men a chance anyway.
