Katrina’s POV"You'll see," she declared and turned to the clothes. "Okay, time to help you make your choice."“Don't keep me hanging like that,” I almost whine.She whirled to send me an inquisitive glimpse at my tone but chuckled as she caught sight of my expression which was a total contrast to the blank one of the last minute. “Sorry but I have to.”“Why?” I asked again.“Because it would be a nice surprise,” she answered in a shrug. “Also I like to keep people hanging.”“Wow,” I blurted, my mouth gaping. “I guess I chose the wrong word then.”“Maybe you did,” she laughed at my utterance. “But what’s to life without a little curiosity?”“Curiosity they said killed a cat, Ariana,” I argued, saying her name for the first time since we met.“For a while there I thought you had forgotten my name or didn't catch it when I introduced myself to you yesterday,” she snorted and bent to pick up the black dress with a slit and pressed the top of the dress to my neck. “I heard you loud and c
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