Lena stood with her hands on her hips and gave Kylie an assessing stare. The two of them had been shopping for gowns to wear to this weekend’s ball and it seemed as if Kylie had hit the jackpot. “Girl, that dress is gorgeous and it looks fabulous on you,” Lena said. “But of course you have the figure for it. You have more curves than the Daytona Speedway. You’d be nuts not to buy it.” With her courage bolstered, Kylie looked down at herself. Lena was right. The dress was a sexy black form-fitting georgette mini with a halter crisscross bodice and a low-cut back. She had to admit it did look rather flattering on her, though it showed more skin than she would like. “You don’t think it’s too daring?” she asked Lena. “Heck, no, like I said you have the body for it. Everyone can’t say that. I most certainly can’t.” Kylie frowned at her friend. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with your figure.” “That losing fifteen more pounds won’t hurt?” “Don’t complain.
