Chapter 84 | Booby dresses

Isabella:

Mia and Grace, unsurprisingly, had shown Lucas and I very little remorse as the two of us had trudged out of the paintballing warehouse on the verge of tears and in an immense amount of pain.

We had chastised Mia and Grace for the entirety of the car ride home whilst simultaneously wincing and groaning at every little jolt the car made during the drive. The two girls however, merely brushed us off and sent us to our respective homes for a short shower and change of outfits interval.

Lucas and I had complained and whined that all we wanted to do was lay in bed and ice pack our entire body but the stubborn girls refused to let us rest even for a moment.

"Hurry up," Mia yells from outside the bathroom door, knocking her knuckles against the wood in an irritating manner.

I shoot daggers at the closed door like she can see and finish towelling my hair dry before shoving my body into the dress Mia had picked out for me, not even taking a pause to look at her choice of outfit and cursing her out under my breath.

I don't think I've even washed the shampoo out of my hair properly, Mia had been yelling a countdown from outside the bathroom the whole time I had been washing myself, threatening to storm into the bathroom if I didn't 'hurry the fuck up' so instead of taking my sweet time and allowing the warmth of the water to soothe my sore muscles, I had been scrubbing myself like a crazy person.

Grace is supervising Lucas and ensuring he's also hurrying up with his showering and changing of outfits so that we're both clean and fresh for the next part of our date that begins in T-minus 15 minutes.

I throw the bathroom door open once I've haphazardly run a hairbrush through my wet hair and am met with Mia's hand raised as if she was about to knock against the door again.

On seeing me, she lets out a huff of breath, her eyes narrowing as if she's annoyed, like she even has the right to be annoyed at me as of this current moment.

I mirror her expression as she grabs my arm and begins harshly tugging me towards my room, disregarding all the bruises I've acquired from paintballing and probably adding more to my body herself from her harsh grip.

"You took fucking ages, we have 15 minutes to get your makeup on as well as do up your hair. Grace should be here in a minu-"

"I'M HERE!" A loud shout draws both of our attention's and I use the time to remove my wrist from Mia's vice grip and turn to look over my shoulder. We watch as Grace stumbles up the stairs, her face pink out of exertion and the huge hot pink folder almost slipping out of her arms.

"Lucas is just getting changed," she continues, panting from being out of breath, "he'll meet us in 15 minutes. I set about a trillion alarms on his phone as reminders."

"Great," Mia nods her head before gesturing to me. "Now it's time to deal with her."

Before I can even blink, both Grace and Mia have shoved me into my room and pushed me down onto my desk chair that's miraculously situated itself in the middle of my room.

Grace immediately begins to attack my hair with a blow drier as Mia grabs my make bag and all but throws it at my face.

"Hold that," she instructs me before she pulls out a makeup brush and my foundation and with a gleam in her eyes leans down and begins to smear it all over my face.

14 minutes later, my hair is pulled into a long french braid and my face is painted in a summery make up look. Mia and Grace are thoroughly out of breath as they step back to take me in as am I. Their fast actions had been exhausting even for me.

"You look freaking beautiful!" Grace squeals, clasping her hands together as she steps in front and Mia asses me from head to toe appreciatefuly, her mouth curled into a satisfied smile.

"I agree," she sings before grabbing my hand and hauling me up from my chair. She directs me towards the mirror. "Go look."

I run my palms down my thighs as I begin to assess my reflection. Immediately, my perfectly drawn eyebrows raise as I stare back at myself, my eyes flirting across my hair, face and body.

Shit, I look really good.

Most of the dark strands of my hair are pulled away from my face in a neat, thick braid, with the exception of two strands curled and framing my face. My makeup is subtle but still noticeable; my eyes appear brighter and wider, with simple bronzer swiped across my eyelids, highlighter in the inner corner of my eyes and a brown eyeshadow used as eyeliner as well as light, natural looking eyelashes. A light dusting of fake freckles are visible across the bridge of my nose and my natural blush tainted cheeks and my lips are painted a glossy nude.

My mouth further parts as I take in the dress Mia has put me in.

Oh, wow.

I fall in love with the dress the moment I take it in; it's patterned in a beautiful floral and is midi length with cute sleeves and a slight slit going up my right thigh. The dress is really pretty and flatters my body really well. My initial thought is that the dress is pretty modest but that quickly changes the moment my eyes zero in on the front of the dress and the low, low v of the neck, revealing a shit ton of cleavage. Modest my ass, I quickly conclude. My entire tits are on show!

"Mia," I gasp in reaction.

"I know!" She quickly returns, moving to stand behind me. "You look so hot!" She gushes, before gesturing a hand down the front. "Your tits wow, I'm in love."

"That's a lot of boob," I continue gobsmacked, waving at the general area of my chest. "Like a lot of boob."

"I know!" Mia squeals.

Before I can say anything else, Grace returns beside me. "Here," she says, thrusting a couple of necklaces and rings and bracelets into my hand. I close my palm and begin to open my mouth again to speak to Mia when she walks away proudly to retrieve my shoes from the other side of my room, not giving me the chance to quiz her on how the hell she managed to find a style of dress like this with this much boob for show.

However, the moment that question flickers in my mind, I sigh defeatedly. You know what, there's no point questioning it, it's Mia we're talking about, Mia doesn't find booby dresses, they find her.

I still, however, can't stop myself from staring at her inquisitively on her return with my shoes once Grace helps me out on my jewellery.

At the look on her face, Mia grins. "Oh hush," she waves her hand dismissively and straightens up again. "I know what you're thinking but haven't you heard the saying?"

I shake my head dumbly. "No. What saying?"

Mia heaves an exasperated breath before talking with her hands for emphasis. "The more boob on show, the more smoother the date goes."

I stare at her blankly. "That's not a saying."

"Uh huh, yes it is," she nods her head defensively.

"No it's not," Grace interjects. "Who on earth said that?"

"Me," Mia responds looking offended. She places a hand on her chest in mock hurt. "It's a saying because I said it."

"Okay..." I reply unsurely when the thunderous expression on Mia's face grows. "...I'll just put my shoes on."

"Yeah you better do that," Mia encourages, narrowing her eyes and still appearing offended. "And make it snappy! Lucas will be here soon."

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AUTHORS NOTE:

eee this such a filler chapter i'm sorry akskskkxsl

also whoops i made mia and grace a lil annoying here but don't worry their efforts will be worth it cos the next chaps will be cute af 😌

lots of love - mai x