Can't touch this, duh, duh-duh, duh (WIP)
Posted on July 27, 2018 by Malia Tate
She surveyed herself once more in the mirror, hardly able to trust her eyes. Was this really her? She looked so different. Nadya had done her makeup to perfection, the smokey eye shadow making her brown eyes pop and her hair fell around her shoulders in perfect waves. The dress was shiny, almost too shiny, but it hugged her just right. She felt sexy and fierce, ready for anything but a fight. She'd definitely end up ripping the dress if it came down to a fight. Hopefully it wouldn't though, not tonight. Tonight needed to be low key and relaxed. No drama, no mess. Just her introducing Henry to her alpha and good friend/pack mate who just happens to be his girlfriend. No big deal, right? That's what she kept telling herself as she slowly exhaled, her hands running down the soft fabric at her waist. It wasn't as itchy as most clothes, which she liked, but she did have to focus on breathing a little more than normal. Nadya said that was normal. She might not have let the Werepanther talk her into wearing the dress in the first place if she'd known. This wasn't her usual look. She went for tank tops and flirty skirts, something she could dance in and still fight if she needed to. Dresses were a different story. She felt self conscious. When she heard the knock on the door, she turned to see Nadya and smirked, fanning out her arms. "Well? Am I pretty enough for the ball?" Her eyes lit up in appreciation as Nadya complimented her and the dress. "Thanks. I have a good fashion designer." She said with a wink before following Nadya downstairs. Frost looked all dressed up in a suit and she couldn't help but giggle a little. "Well, don't you look sharp?" (WIP)