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Him:Oh, are we progressing to intermediate now?

Me:Hehe. Don’t think I’ve got time for that. I need to get ready. I have a date, you know.

Him:I’m sure you don’t need long. You’re already gorgeous.

Me:I need three hours just to tame my hair.

Him:Wear it down. I want to see it in all its glory.

Me:You don’t know what you’re saying. I look like Princess Merida on steroids.

As soon as I press send, I wince as I have a feeling he doesn’t like being reminded of his Scottish heritage.

But he just returns with:LOL. Now you’ve definitely got to do it. I want to see that.

Me:All right… you have been warned…

“Okay,” Caro says, coming back in. “These are our options.” She looks at the phone in my hand and grins. “Is that him?”

“We’re sexting. Beginner style. He wants me to teach him.”

“About time you put it into practice,” Hana says, following her in.

“He wants me to wear my hair down.”

Caro raises an eyebrow. “Really? Is he nuts?”

“I did warn him. I don’t think he fully realizes what he’s let himself in for.”

“Okay. Well, in that case, I think you need a more subtle outfit so it doesn’t compete with The Hair.” She takes away some of the more colorful choices.

“What look do you want to go for?” Hana holds up a standard little black dress she wore to her graduation. “Look how cute I am, I could be wild, but you won’t know until you get me into bed?”

“Too boring,” Caro says. “We need something more suggestive.”

Hana exchanges it for a dusky pink dress with butterfly sleeves and a plunging neckline. “I’m hot and confident, look at how gorgeous my boobs are?”

“It’s too short,” I reply. “On me it’ll barely cover my knickers.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“It’s at a business club. I don’t want to look like an escort he’s hired for the evening.”

“Fair enough.” She puts down the pink dress and holds up a light-blue dress covered with layers of tulle. “Treat me like a virgin and you might be in for a treat?”

I purse my lips. “I’m not sure.”

“Ask him,” Caro says, eyes sparkling.

Giving her a mischievous smile, I send him a text, while the two of them look over my shoulder to read his response.

Me:I’m trying to decide what kind of look to go for. Virginal?

Him:Nope.

We all giggle. “So innocence doesn’t turn him on,” Caro teases.

“Bit of luck,” Hana comments.

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