"This or that?" I asked Elara, holding up two dresses to the camera.

I didn't want to arrive looking like a fashion masquerade.

Elara sighed dramatically through the screen. "Evie, I love you, but I swear to God, if you show me another black dress, I will fly over there and burn your entire closet."

I scowled. "Black is timeless."

"Black is safe."

"Black is elegant."

"Black is boring," she shot back, flipping her hair.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. The silver one, then?"

She squinted at the screen. "Oooh, now that is hot. It screams rich bitch who doesn’t give a fuck. And that strap, your cleavage, I'm sure...