Chapter 6: Good Girl Smells Perfect
Meanwhile, inside the house, chaos in the guise of preparation unfolded. Sally stood in front of a large mirror, pushing her chest up with her arms while trying to strike what she thought was a seductive pose.
Her face was caked with layers of makeup, her red lips pouted unnaturally.
"Higher, Sally!" her mother hissed, spritzing perfume with reckless abandon, the room quickly becoming a choking cloud of floral and musk. "Men like a confident girl with... assets on display."
Sally grunted as she shoved her cleavage higher. "How’s this?" she asked, batting her lashes dramatically.
"Perfect!" her mother exclaimed. "He’ll take one look and forget his own name."
Sally twirled in her dress, nearly toppling over as she examined herself. "What do you think he’s still doing out there?" she asked, her voice tinged with impatience.
Her mother waved a hand dismissively, smoothing down the edges of Sally’s dress. "He’s trying to make a decision, I’m sure. You were irresistible. Men need time to compose themselves when faced with perfection."
Sally grinned smugly. "Of course. He probably needed to step out and calm down."
Her father, who had been lingering near the window with a glass of whiskey in hand, suddenly sniffed the air and frowned. "He’s smoking," he announced, his tone sour.
Her mother’s face froze for a moment before she quickly recovered. "Probably trying to clear his head. You’re a lot to take in, Sally."
Sally beamed at the compliment. "You think so?"