Chapter 88

The dress I bought to wear on the occasion of the get-together party made me eight hundred reais poorer, but it was of such a perfect and luxurious fit, that it made the burst on my credit card worth it.

The long and vivid red fabric was silky, so that it slid across the body clinging to all the curves, favoring those points where I was a little straighter; the skirt shaped my hips and made them round. A neckline slipped between my breasts up to an inch over my navel, forcing me to wear small stickers instead of a bra, because the back also had an opening until it almost reached the base of my spine. The flashy and lively tone of red made my skin look golden, highlighting the black color in an almost poetic way. The handles were very thin, and easily hid under my hair that thanks to the straightening fell into thin strands "although still curly" up to half of my forearm.

The skirt of the dress did not touch the floor, since I had chosen to wear a high heel of the same shade of