ELARA'S POV.
"Spin one more time for me," Blossom pitched.
"I don't know, Blossom. I feel like it's too short," I made a subtle frown, spinning reluctantly in front of my mirror by my dressing room.
"It's a club, Elara, you need to own your curves and your heavenly boobs. If I was into girls I'd be totally into you," she chuckled through the phone.
"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "I called you to give me dressing tips not flatter me,"
"I'm serious. You haven't looked this good since highschool, you were a bad bitch. What happened to you?"
"Life," I replied flatly. "Being successful means you have to dress like a lab rat if your goals lies in a laboratory,"
"Or maybe, you forgot how hot you were and just didn't care anymore."
"Hey!" I turned towards my phone abruptly, holding up a finger with a warm smile. "Nobody forgets how much they make a man drool, they just grow past it." I leaned my waist closer and poked my thumb at my screen.
