ALIANA

The girls invites me to a club for a drink so I buy a new dress. The dress is yellow. Scandalous, unapologetic, sunshine-with-teeth yellow clinging to me like it has something to prove, The hemline sits dangerously high, the neckline lower than Jenna would usually allow without commentary—which is exactly why she comments the moment she sees me in the dress with my knee high sexy diamond studded boot.

“Oh my God,” Jenna groans, dropping into the booth beside me. “You look like a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

“I prefer ‘distraction,’” I say, smoothing the fabric over my thigh as I sit. “It’s strategic.”

Lily slides in across from...