Amy and I have decided to go out for drinks after work so I had called and informed Dalton that we're going to a restaurant bar and he said "okay and be safe".
Today I'm wearing high waist jeans, shirt, and heels. My dress is appropriate for both work and casual so I don't need to change before going but I can't say the same about Amy.
Two hours.
Two freaking hours.
She took too fucking freaking hours to get ready. I don't understand... why she's trying to get all dressed up?... I mean she is already so beautiful as it is and she has to doll up even more. It's not my place to say anything so I tried to suck it up and don't say anything. Keyword- " tried" meaning I didn't succeed in shutting up my mouth.
"Seriously Amy do you have to...to do all of that?", I asked, gesturing towards her short red dress. So short that if she would bend over, others will see her asset.?She glared at me through the mirror.