Don't Lie (Previously Bad Boys Never Change)

11. Cutie

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Waters Household - Five Hours Earlier

Chloe

"Mikaela you really don't need to do this for me-" I mumbled as the girl in question gently guided me into her walk-in wardrobe. Katya was out with one of her new interests, so it was just the two of us this time.

I swear, Katya gets more action than every other girl in the school combined.

"It's really no problem, you helped me find the perfect outfit the last time, so it's only fair that I help do the same," Mikaela's voice was soft but firm, gentle without being indecisive. Her green eyes were sparkling as she stood me in front of her racks of clothes, rubbing her fingers together-as only the posh do-as she visualised different outfits in her head.

Although Mikaela was at a total loss the last time when it came to dressing up for a date, she usually had very good fashion sense. I supposed that was a given, seeing as how her mother was a famous fashion designer. Most of the clothes in her wardrobe were originals, and ninety percent of them came from her mother's fashion line.

I never really felt comfortable wearing Mikaela's clothes, or even Katya's for that matter, I was always afraid of damaging them in some way.

"You really don't have to-" I protested as she gestured for me to strip down to my underwear, rifling through a rack of loose tops and pulling out an off-the-shoulder thin blue jumper.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I insist!" She shoved the jumper at me, smiling even as I stumbled backwards due to her sudden burst of strength. Mikaela had quite an arm on her for someone so gentle and sweet.

Pouting, I pulled the article of clothing over my head and shifted it into place, tugging and pushing to get it to look just right. I turned back to Mikaela and her face lit up, then she frowned and held her knuckles up to her lips. What was that look for?

"Nah, take it off," she began rifling through her clothes again without even a second glance, her face so close to the rack that it looked as if her head was inside the clothes. I turned towards the full-length mirror on the wall, looking myself over from different angles. I didn't look too bad... What was the problem...

Oh.

It was a little loose around the chest area, but besides that...it didn't look all too bad.

"This!" Mikaela threw another top at me, a cropped black turtle neck with a hem that just barely reached the bottom of my ribs. I stared at it and felt my face pale at the prospect of wearing something that hid so little skin. I exhaled in relief as I watched Mikaela dig another rack of clothes and draw out a high-waisted leather skirt with a simple black belt.

That I could do.

With the skirt literally thrown in my face, I stripped out of the previous outfit and slipped into the new one. Yanking the turtleneck into place, I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up until it just covered my belly button. I looked back at Mikaela and she squealed in delight, dragging me in front of the mirror to let me get a look at myself in this getup.

I looked...good, if I may say so myself.

With a pair of high black socks thrown at the back of my head, and a pair of shiny black combat boots handed over in a more gentle manner, my outfit was complete. At one point she sat me down in front of a vanity mirror and slapped a light coating of makeup on me, also grabbing a hair curler from who knows where and curling my hair a bit.