Amalea Lyra Via always had terrible luck when it came to the opposite sex. Between bad dates and stalkers she has encountered almost every bad situation a single female can experience. Until one day she thinks she found the one, if she can get passe...
Amalea Lyra Via, 24, always had terrible luck when it came to males. She always saw herself as a strong, attractive, independent woman. She maintained a good job as a shipping agent, kept in shape, and took great care of herself aside from her occasional insomnia.
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Lyra
On sleepless nights, she usually called her best friend, Ashlie, at work. Ashlie's family owns large part of Richmond. Ashlie owns a few hotels, two clubs and a very successful restaurant.
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Ashlie
On this night, Ashlie had her hands full of club problems. Tomorrow evening's talent was stuck in a different country. She had struck out with her contacts and begged Lyra to help.
Lyra didn't mind, she made a few calls, exchanged a favor or two, and got it done. Ashlie insisted she come be her guest tomorrow to thank her for working her 'magic'. Lyra insisted Ashlie really didn't owed her anything. After all she was her best friend and her secret keeper from as early in life as she could remember.
The next night, Ash walked in Lyra's door at 7pm. Lyra was sitting on her bedroom floor working as usual. "So what are you wearing tonight?" Ashlie asked, already in Lyra's closet. "Ash, you don't need to thank me. Really. I was just doing what best friend do." Lyra replied as she watched her best friend evaluate outfits for her. "I know that, but for once could you not be a wet blanket. Besides tonight's entertainment is really good." Ashlie smiled when Lyra sticking her tongue out at her. "Yeah I've heard that before." Lyra mumbled. Ashlie folder her arms across her chest and squared her jaw. Lyra knew Ashlie would drag her there if Lyra didn't move. "Okay, I'm headed for the shower." Lyra replied with a sigh and eye roll before putting her work away.
Ashlie was deciding between outfits, when Lyra finished in the bathroom. "Okay, what am I wearing?" Lyra walked into her room looked at the outfits Ashlie chose and was coordinating. "No boots and no micro-minis." Lyra vetoed half the outfits just like that. Ashlie pouted and looked at the outfits Lyra vetoed. "I'm a guest not one of the attractions," Lyra sat down putting on her almond cookie body butter. "True, but you may want to look a little extra, you've been on the shelf since before..." Ashlie watched Lyra narrow her eyes, daring Ashlie to keep bringing up Lyra's ex, Chris. "I'm just saying it's been a while." Ashlie said holding up the micro-mini dress.
