Chapter Nine_What was I doing?

Jasmine.

There were times I felt like Ruby knew much more than she was letting on.

She furrowed her eyebrows, slapping her chest. "That dress just hugs every curve in a way that makes me want to bleach my eyes." She screeched when I came out of the dressing room.

The fitted bodice of the red gown I had gotten hugged my curves like a second skin, and the corset intricate boning pushed my breast upwards.

But the ruffled sleeves. The ruffled sleeves were like a girl's delight. Delicate and airy, it framed my shoulders like wisps of cloud, their layered texture catching the light with every movement I made.

I felt like one of those characters in the movies Amanda loved to watch when we were younger.

"This dress is too revealing." I chuckled, trying my best to fight off my unease by pulling the cup of the corset upwards. There was no damn way I would wear something like this to a fundraiser.

I shuddered as I thought about the stares and hushed whispers in the hall. How the political cand