Cassandra’s pov

“Isn’t that make-up enough?” Brad asked for the umpteenth time already.

“No! It’s no way close to enough!” Vero barked at him.

He sighed and slumped back onto the chair he was sitting, from the mirror I could see him looking at his wrist watch and groaned.

Ok, so, Vero and I arrived home since three hours ago, we’ve been using this three hours to get ourselves ready for tonight’s clubbing.

Brad even came home and met us getting ready, but up till now, we still aren’t anywhere near done.

I think I kinda understand Brad’s frustration right now, we’re kinda delaying his chances of getting any hot...