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Maybe we’re destined to be with someone in a club in some way or another.
As I hold up the crop top and shorts again, inspecting them under the boutique’s harsh lighting, I can’t help but feel the weight of all these choices pressing down on me.
Who knew figuring out life could be this complicated?
Mandy breaks the heavy silence. “After we try these on do you want to grab some lunch?”
“Totally,” I say, forcing a smile.
Maybe a meal will help clear my head.
“By the way,” Mandy leans closer, conspiratorially, “I found this new lingerie set online. We should totally use it for our next video for OneEye. What do you think?”
“That would be fun.”
Mandy says, excitedly. “Awesome! I’ll order it tonight.”
“Cool,” I reply, smiling at her enthusiasm.
Our work with OneEye is something we never really talk about outside of planning shoots, but it’s a part of our bond.
The masks protect us, giving us the freedom to explore without judgment.
My bunny mask is tall and elegant, while Mandy’s cat mask has a sexy, mysterious vibe.
Together, we create magic that our subscribers can’t get enough of.
We go up to the register and both purchase a couple of things from the boutique.
Mandy suggests as we step out of the boutique, bags in hand. “Let’s find a place with good cocktails.”
The hot Vegas sun beats down on us, but it doesn’t bother me. Not today.
“How about that new rooftop bar?” I say, pointing to the neon sign a few blocks away. “I heard their mojitos are amazing.”
“Perfect!” Mandy beams, tightening her grip on my arm as we weave through the dense crowd on the strip.
As we walk, I let myself get lost in the rhythm of the city.
The flashing lights and blaring music blend together into a chaotic symphony, matching the whirlwind inside my head.
Spark’s face flashes before my eyes, his rough hands and intense gaze sending shivers down my spine.
“Zoe, you okay?” Mandy’s voice pulls me back to reality.
She’s looking at me with concern, her brows furrowed.
“Yeah, just thinking,” I reply, forcing a smile. “About everything, you know?”
“Well, stop thinking and start drinking,” she says with a laugh, nudging me playfully. “It’s time to relax.”
We reach the rooftop bar and take a seat at a table overlooking the strip.
The view is breathtaking, the city sprawling out beneath us like a glittering ocean.
A waiter comes by, and we order our drinks—two mojitos, extra mint.
“To us,” Mandy says when our drinks arrive, raising her glass. “And to figuring things out.”
