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the dress off its hanger, she silently hoped it was as revealing as she’d remembered.  She pulled it over her head and it fell effortlessly over her curves, skimming her waist and hips.  The material felt silky against her skin and fell to the midpoint of her thighs.  She slipped her feet into a pair of heeled sandals then stepped out of her closet.
    “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Alexandra said voicing her approval.  “Where’d you get that little number, my closet?”
    “Nope, I bought this last year, for my cousin’s graduation.”
    “And why, exactly, didn’t you wear it then?”
    “Well, because, it’s,” Melissa stammered. “It’s so revealing.”
    “I think you look beautiful,” Daniella said.  “It’s sexy, but tasteful, perfect for you.”
    She could always count on Daniella to find just the right words of encouragement.  Melissa shifted from one foot to the next, uncertainty eating at her.
    “I don’t know,” she fretted.  “I feel so, so naked .”
    “Good!  That’s the spirit!  Feeling naked puts you in the mood,” Alexandra joked.  “Hopefully, you’ll both be feeling naked together real soon.”  Alexandra smirked mischievously and winked.
    “Oh God,” Melissa muttered.  “You are so bad.”
    Alexandra beamed.
    “That’s not a compliment you bimbo,” Daniella teased.
    “This bimbo needs to hit the road,” Alexandra announced and nudged Daniella.  “Besides, we have to let our girl here get her head ready for her big date tonight.  He’ll be here any minute, right?”
    “Um, yeah, actually, he will,” Melissa said and felt suddenly nervous.
    “Good luck you little whore,”
    “Alex, please!  Her father is just downstairs,” Daniella chastised.
    “Alright!  Alright!  But you better call me in the morning.  I want all the naughty details.”
    “Alex!” Daniella yanked Alexandra by the arm and dragged her out of Melissa’s room, but not before mouthing a simple “good luck.”
    Melissa heard her friends yell good-bye to her father before closing the door.  She walked to the far-corner of her room and examined her appearance in her full-length mirror.  The dress fit well.  A strategically placed ruffle at the collar gave the illusion that she was more buxom than she really was.  The rich lavender hue, her favorite color, complimented her fair skin tone.  She was not used to showing as much skin as she was showing, but had to admit that the fabric, cut and color were very flattering.  The only piece that would complete the puzzle was a hairstyle.  And the weather had made that decision for her.  The humidity level had steadily increased since she’d left work.  Wearing her hair down, which hung nearly to her waist, would feel uncomfortable given the mugginess and heat of the evening.  So she scooped her hair and piled it loosely on top of her head with decorative clips.  A few stray tendrils refused to be pinned up.  She did not have the time to waste coaxing and spraying them into position and decided her hairstyle was as good as it was going to get.  She spritzed her pulse point and the back of her knees with her signature body spray, a blend of vanilla, caramel and coconut, and walked downstairs to wait for Gabriel.
    Her hands felt cold.  It seemed absurd to have cold hands on such a warm night, but she knew that nerves were likely responsible.  She opened the front door when she saw Gabriel’s car pull into the drive and was met with what felt like a thick wall of air.  The sun hung low in the sky, not quite ready to relinquish its blistering grip on the day.  Backlit by waning rays of golden light, he seemed to float, rather than walk, up the path to her door.  She thought he looked breathtaking in the midday sun; he was equally so in the evening sun.  He smiled at her, then as he drew closer, his eyes widened.
    “Wow, you look … amazing ,” he said.  She was pleased with his reaction.
    “Thanks,” she said