When Savanna's modeling agency gets transferred from LA to Atlanta, Georgia, she has to start over.
Leaving her best friend. A new city. New school. And living with strangers?
Will Savanna be able to adjust to life in Georgia or will everything come...
I sit on the toilet seat in Lizzy and I's bathroom with my legs crossed. I have to hold the mirror out in front of my face as I apply mascara. Lizzy kneels on our bathroom counter with her face inches from the mirror, putting on her own makeup.
I go back and forth between a matte purple lip gloss and a bright red lipstick. I groan aloud, unable to decide.
"The purple," Lizzy states, not looking away from her eyebrows that she's desperately trying to brush into place.
"Thank you ma'am," I say, putting the lipstick back into my makeup bag. Something shiny catches my eye as I put my lipstick back. I roll my eyes and pull a condom out of my makeup case. "Did you put this in here?"
"Yeah. Why?" Lizzy asks, now focusing on putting her earrings in.
"Are you gonna use one?" I ask curiously.
"Well duh," Lizzy states, confused as to why I would even ask such a question. "I'm definitely not trying to get pregnant."
"Well I didn't know if maybe you could like raw dog it just this once and then do like the morning after pill or something." I shrug, putting the condom in my purse.
"Is that what you're doing?" Lizzy asks, putting a bracelet on.
"I guess I hadn't really thought about it yet," I sigh, finally applying my lipgloss.
"What do you mean you haven't thought about it yet? Are you sure you're concussion free?" Lizzy asks sarcastically.
I laugh and roll my eyes. "Very funny, but yes. I'm sure. I wouldn't even be agreeing to this if I wasn't."
"Are you nervous?" Lizzy asks, standing up to pull her dress out of the closet.
"I don't think I've ever been more nervous in my life," I admit, finishing up my makeup. I put my jewelry on and slide my dress off the hanger.
"Yeah. I agree." Lizzy lets her robe fall off and pool at her feet as she steps into her dress.
I notice she's wearing tiny, black, lace panties that don't really cover her butt cheeks too well. No doubt because of what she has in store for Sam tonight. I can't really talk, though because my underwear aren't any more modest. If I remember correctly, mine are pale blue and silky with black lace on the waistband.
"Cute panties," I comment as I set my dress on the counter near the sink.
"Thanks. Can you zip this?" Lizzy asks as she struggles with her dress. Her dress is long and strapless. The top is black, but the skirt gradually gets lighter and more colorful towards the bottom. It reminds me of a sunset.
I zip up her dress and put my own on. My dress is much different than Lizzy's. It's short and a very dull color of purple, almost gray with a sparkly belt on the waistband.
Lizzy puts on her strappy, black heels, causing her to be slightly taller than me. I put on my silver, peep toe heels, and we're the same height again.
The doorbell rings, startling us slightly. "That's Mia," Lizzy states, grabbing her purse.
I grab mine and we walk to the door. Mia stands on the porch, wearing a short, maroon dress. The top is decorated in rhinestones, and she has velvety black pumps on.
"Look at my sexy wife," Lizzy teases, causing the three of us to erupt into laughter.
"Are y'all ready to go?" Lizzy's mom asks, snatching the keys from her purse as she descends the stairs.
We all nod and follow Mrs. Smith to her car.
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