Chapter Eighty

Charity pulled out two dresses from her fashion bag. She stationed it on the table. Eve flashed her astonishing eyes on them.

"Red or black?"

"What?" Eve asked with an arched brow.

"Which do you prefer? A red dress or a blue one?" Charity asked and swept the glossy gowns off the table.

Eve sighed. "Anyone will do." She wasn't interested in going to the event anyway so Charity should better hurry up with the so-called transformation.

Charity moved to Eve's right. "A lot of ladies will kill to be Henry's date and you are here acting all frigid?"

Even turned away and mumbled. "A lot of them would have gone if there was no chlamydia tweet."

"Did you say something?"

Eve faced Charity with a fake smile stretching the corners of her mouth. "Nothing. Just get me the red dress."

Charity motioned with her head to her girls to come close. The tallest placed the make-up kit on Eve's desk after shoving the files aside.

"Before we begin your make-up? I'll need you to try the dress on." Charity said