“That’s why I brought you this sexy little number. You might be getting hitched, but your shackles haven’t been secured just yet.”
Amanda pulled a cerise pink dress from a plastic carrier bag and held it up in the air.
Lana fingered the sparse material and groaned. “Seriously, Amanda? That’s not a dress for after-work drinks. Are we going to a club? I can’t be bothered with shouting over music, not tonight.”
Tutting loudly, Amanda chucked the dress on Lana’s lap. “Oh, Lan, chill out. We’re going to The Fitz for food and drinks. Is that cosmopolitan enough for you?”
“You’re joking, right?” Lana palmed her forehead. “You do know who owns that place, don’t you?”
Amanda’s shoulders bobbed lightly. “Yeah. But you saw the photo. He’s in Marbs fucking models. He won’t be at his hotel at 5 p.m. on a Friday afternoon. He has more than business on his mind, girl, and that’s the truth right there.”
Amanda was right, Marcus didn’t look like he was planning to return to Belfast anytime soon. She resigned herself to the fact they were going out to celebrate her engagement and set about clearing up her work.
At the end of the working day, the two girls met up in the washrooms to get ready.
The dress was a snug fit, hugging her hourglass curves like Jessica Rabbit. Even though the bold colour was more Amanda’s style than her own, it actually pleased her when she looked in the mirror.
Luckily, it went well with the nude heels she had chosen that morning. Riffling through her makeup bag, she found a mini eyeshadow in dark mauve, which she teamed with black eyeliner and two coats of jet black mascara.
Finally, a sweep of bronzer along her cheekbones, forehead and chin, followed by her cleavage, a spritz of her favourite perfume, and she was good to go.
Amanda whistled, falling out of the narrow stall next to Lana. “You should wear bright colours more often. You look seriously hot.”
“So do you! But then you always do.” Amanda was a fashion queen who dressed like a catwalk model every single day, without fail.
A cobalt blue dress clung to her slender frame and exposed limbs glowed with a perfectly executed golden self-tan.
“Right, let’s round up the others and get the hell out of here, it’s Friday afternoon and I’m ready to party!”
Lana grinned, rogue butterflies swirling in her stomach for some unknown reason.