It’s Friday night and for the first time ever, I’m willingly going to a party. Sammy has proved quite the little stalker herself, so instead of fighting to push her away, I think we’ve actually become friends. At the back of my mind, I know that Sebastian will take her from me if I let her get too close, but a periphery friend will be okay, as long as I don’t allow myself to get attached to her.

This party was Sammy’s idea, apparently there’re parties every weekend out in the woods where the freshmen welcome party was held. Although she doesn’t know who hosts them, just that it’s an open invite to all students. When she first suggested we should go together I balked and refused, but now I’m actively trying to piss Sebastian off, what better way to do it than to get dressed up, go out, drink and dance without him?

My closet is still full of all the sexy dresses and outfits he bought for me, although I’ve only worn a couple of the shirts until now. Flipping through the hangers, I discard all the dresses that need more T & A than I currently have, and pull out all the ones that should fit.

I don’t know if he actually chose these things himself, or if he paid a personal shopper to select them for me, because there’s a wide selection ranging from slinky satin minidresses to cute tea dresses, and even a couple of maxi dresses that are super pretty and feminine. Even though I told him these things were more Courtney’s style than my own, now that I’m looking at them more closely, it’s clear that they were picked for me.

The colors are all mostly warm to complement my skin tone, with a few bright pieces dotted in here and there, and the styles are sexy, but not too risqué or slutty. Slipping a deep-red silky dress over my head, I sigh as the cool fabric clings to my skin, hugging my meager curves and fitting like it was designed just for me. The hem ends midthigh, but the loose halter neck closes at the base of my neck, leaving my entire back tantalizingly bare.

I feel unbelievably sexy, but I force myself to take it off and swap it for a black dress with cap sleeves and lace panels that offer a glimpse at my cleavage, and a cute A-line skirt that swirls around my thighs. They’re both beautiful, but when I drop the white dress over my head and smooth it down, I know I’ve found the one.

The bandage-style dress conforms to my body like a second skin, curving upward over my stomach toward a cutout on one side that reveals my skin from my hip to just beneath my breast, with just a hint of underboob visible. The soft fabric feels bonded to my breasts, wrapping tightly around my torso until it splits off into a single asymmetric strap that curves around my collarbone until it meets the fabric at the back.