Aláine's Point of View "Come on, Aláine," Zara fumed, "the Uber is here already." "I can't wear this!" I gasped, "It is too revealing." "Oh yes, you can," beamed Zara. "You look terrific. Let's celebrate the end of exams." While dancing around the room, she started singing, "Another year bites the dust. And another year down, another year down. Another year bites the dust! Hey!" Laughing, I picked up my purse, patted my dog Axel, and took one last look in the mirror. I couldn't help frowning as I took note of my cleavage and upper thighs showing. I felt like my dress was nothing more than a jacket. Actually, it was Zara's dress that looked like a jacket; too high, showing far too much leg and too low in the neckline showing far too much of my chest. My long strawberry blonde hair was in a plaited ponytail. I purposely placed it over my cleavage, hoping that it would hide some of it. Zara was my best friend and flatmate. She was so beautiful, tall with long legs and a classic Af
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