Chapter 3

"It would be such fun, dressing up together," Favour pressed.

"I didn't bring dress-up clothes with me," Jasmine remembered, not so much seeking an excuse but simply stating the truth. "And that's because I didn't plan on going on a date with anyone"

"You u can try mine on." The eager offer was rushed out. "In fact, now that I think about it, I've got a little black number that would look fantastic on you. It doesn't matter if you're more curvy than I am. It will stretch to fit."

More curvy and taller. And their taste in clothes was different. Which was why they'd never swapped or borrowed. But what she wore tonight was not an issue, Jasmine decided, as long as she pleased Favour.

Twenty seven today. Her little sister...who had her life more in order than Jasmine had managed in her twenty nine years. Still, Favour's career in the public service carried minimal stress and steady promotion, given a reasonable level of performance. The advertising world was fa