Page 308 of Fatality

I simply turn around, holding out two ice creams.

“I knew the vendor was about to close,” I say. “I had to run if I wanted to get them.”

Charlie and Jules exchange a glance before looking past me at the stand.

I grin.

“Oh my God...” Charlie's hand flies to her mouth.

“That's...” Jules begins. “The same stand... the same company we used to—”

“Buy our ice cream from after class, ever since the day we met,” I finish for her, smiling brightly at both of them.

“I just thought it'd be nice to have some and walk around instead of going to a spa. We could head back to my loft, have a few drinks, get ready together, sing, dance... then go out.”

I hand each of them an ice cream.

“Absolutely fuck yes!” Charlie practically deep-throats the ice cream.

“I'm in.” Jules nods, completely deadpan, the corner of her mouth lifting into a faint smile as she takes a bite. “But I'm stealing your clothes.”

At my loft, Jules literally has her head in my dressing.

I’m downstairs with Charlie, in an oversized t-shirt, high socks, drinking white wine and dancing around with sunglasses.

The music is pounding in my ears, filling the whole loft and swallowing every sound from the city beyond the windows.

We’re screaming at our lungs, laughing. We’re just preparing ourselves, like we always did.

Jules comes downstairs wearing one of my favorite outfits. Charlie turns the music down.

She's wearing my black asymmetrical mini dress with a high halter neckline and a large oval cutout over the chest, leaving her waist and midriff bare.

The outfit is finished with chunky black platform ankle boots.

One of my eyebrows rises as I slowly look her up and down.

“Damn, girl.” I wink. “You could absolutely get me into your bed.”

Jules rolls her eyes but not before winking back.

“My turn!” Charlie announces, already bolting upstairs.

I shake my head, amused.

“It's been a long time since we did our ritual before going out.”

“Yeah...” I sigh. “I know. I missed this.”

Five minutes later, while I'm pouring myself another glass of wine, Charlie comes strutting down the stairs, striking dramatic poses with every step.

Jules nearly chokes on her wine. I just roll my eyes amused until I see what she is wearing.

Charlie decided to wear my three-thousand-credit boots—my oversized black faux-fur platform boots.

On top of that, she's wearing my strapless black satin corset, cinched tight around the waist, paired with my black micro shorts over fishnet tights.

A silver chain belt hangs low across her hips, while long black arm warmers reach past her elbows.