"This is okay, right?" Amanda murmured to herself, standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom.
Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress, smoothing it down for the fifth time in as many minutes.
She wore a form-fitting, midi-length red dress. The fabric was smooth and slightly glossy under the light, clinging to her body like a second skin.
Sleeveless, with delicate spaghetti straps that crisscrossed at her back, the dress dipped into a modest V-neckline—just enough to hint without shouting.
The cut was simple, almost minimalistic, but the color… the color was bold, arresting. The kind of red that stopped people in their tracks.
Amanda let out a slow breath as she turned slightly from side to side, watching the fabric stretch across her hips and thighs, accentuating every curve.
It wasn't something she would normally wear—not for a casual Saturday. Not for a simple lunch with a friend.
But he wasn't just any friend.
