Eden was totally feeling like she was having a Thirteen going on Thirty moment. One moment she was packing to runaway and the next, sheâs sitting at a make up stand, wearing the most scantily of clad bras that she couldnât figure how to get off. But the weirdest thing was that she looked ten years older. Her hair was a darker color. She word red lipstick and her clothes were black that had a deep contrast against her skin. She wasnât sure if she got a boob job or if she had worn a really nice push up bra. She wanted to figure things out but she was too caught up in herself. Like she was currently in line for a coffee but was readjusting her bra, not really paying any mind to onlookers.âHow do they just⌠stay up like thisâŚ. why do I own so many v necks? And thongs. God, so many thongs,â
Of all the people to find poking their cleavage...Imogen never thought to see Eden doing it. âWho the hell are you talking to Eden?â Imogen laughed, approaching the woman she once called a friend, now she wasnât sure what to call her at all. âAnd I wouldnât dare to dream that chastity club president would ever have thongs.â She paused, her lips cracking up into a Cheshire-like grin. âare you wearing one now?â















