Bitter Love

Chapter 31: Tonight

Evie’s POV

Sasha’s apartment smelled like vanilla and cocoa butter, the familiar scent wrapping around me as I stepped inside.

“Alright, babe,” Sasha grinned, shutting the door behind me. “Tonight? We’re making them stare.”

I laughed nervously, slipping off my coat. “I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“Evie.” She gave me a look before grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward her bedroom. “You, my love, need a little reminder of how fucking hot you actually are.”

I rolled my eyes, but my stomach was already twisting in anticipation.

Her bedroom was a mix of chaos and luxury—an open makeup case sat on her vanity, gold and black compacts scattered across the surface. A few designer bags hung on hooks near the closet, and a pair of sky-high heels sat by the full-length mirror.

“Sit,” she ordered, pointing at the chair in front of her vanity. “We have work to do.”

I obeyed, biting my lip as she cracked her knuckles dramatically.

“This face,” she said, gripping my chin lightly and tilting my head side to side, “is already gorgeous. But tonight? We’re taking it up a notch.”

I groaned. “Sasha—”

“Shhh.” She picked up a brush and got to work.

I let my eyes flutter shut as she dusted something soft over my skin, blending in warm tones and subtle highlights. Her touch was skilled, precise—Sasha didn’t just do makeup; she was a damn artist. I had barely opened my mouth to ask what she was using when she swiped something cool over my lips.

“Okay,” she murmured, stepping back to admire her work. “Perfection."

I hesitated before opening my eyes—and stared.

The girl in the mirror wasn’t just me. She was a version of me I barely recognized. My skin glowed, warm and radiant, with a soft, sultry highlight catching the light. My lashes were dark and full, fanning out perfectly over subtly shimmering lids. And my lips—

I swallowed. They were painted a deep red, glossy and full. The kind of red that dared someone to look.

My throat felt tight.

“Oh my God.” I ran a finger over my cheek, feeling the smoothness of the foundation, the warmth of the blush. “Sash....”

“Mmmmmmh.” She grinned. “Now you’re ready.”

I turned in my seat, watching as she strutted toward her closet. Sasha didn’t walk—she commanded a room. Her curves were hugged by a sleek, black dress, the satin draping perfectly over her deep brown skin. Her 4C curls were styled in soft, voluminous spirals that framed her face like a halo.

She reached for a tube of lipstick and applied it in one smooth motion, the deep wine-red shade making her look even more untouchable.

“How do you do that?” I muttered, shaking my head.

Sasha smirked. “Confidence, babe.” She turned, tossing a dress onto the bed. “And this......is about to give you some.”

I blinked.

The dress was stunning. A deep, rich red, designed to hug every curve. The neckline dipped just enough to be interesting—not scandalous, but definitely not innocent.

And the back? Completely bare.

The fabric flowed down, soft and smooth, stopping mid-thigh. The open-back design left nothing but skin, delicate and exposed.

I swallowed hard.

“Sasha—”

“Put. It. On.”

I hesitated, but the look on her face told me I had no choice.

Fine.

I grabbed the dress and slipped into the bathroom, carefully pulling it over my body. The fabric was smooth, cool against my skin, and when I turned to face the mirror, my breath hitched.

It fit perfectly.

Like it was made for me.

The front was elegant, the deep red fabric draping across my collarbones and dipping into a delicate V. And the back—the back was dangerous.

I twisted slightly, the light catching against the soft curves of my bare skin. The short hem rode up just enough to tease my thighs, hugging them in all the right places, while the fabric clung to my ass, smooth and firm,daring anyone to tear their eyes away. Every subtle movement made me feel untouchable, like I could walk into a room and own it, make every head turn, every gaze linger.

I smoothed my hands down my waist, exhaling slowly. God, I was lethal tonight. A mix of fire, silk, and pure temptation. And fuck… it felt good.

This… wasn’t me. Not the girl who spent most of her days in office wear, drowning in reports. Not the girl who—

No.

I lifted my chin. Tonight wasn’t about second-guessing. It wasn’t about thinking about him.

It was about me.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Well?” Sasha’s voice was impatient.

I opened it hesitantly—and she let out a sharp whistle.

“Oh,girl. You win.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t even know what that means.”

She grabbed my hand, dragging me toward the mirror.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice teasing but full of something else, something warm. “You’re a fucking menace.”

I swallowed as I met my reflection again. The way the dress hugged my figure. The way the sleek YSL stilettos elongated my legs.

The way my blonde hair fell in loose, effortless curls, draping over one shoulder, teasingly covering just a bit of my bare back.

I felt powerful. Different.

I felt…good.

Sasha slung an arm around my shoulder, smirking at me through the mirror.

“Now,” she murmured, eyes glinting with mischief. “Let’s go make some bad decisions.”

I laughed—but this time, it was real.

Tonight?

Tonight, I was ready.

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