My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out, glanced at the screen, and nearly dropped it.
A selfie from Tessa.
She was front and center, tongue out, middle finger up, hair wild and loose. Behind her, the girls were lined up like a goddamn fantasy lineup.
Delilah in the middle, wearing the silk dress I'd bought her—the one with the plunging neckline that dipped almost to her navel, barely containing her tits, and the completely open back that showed off every inch of her spine. She had that knowing smirk, eyes locked on the camera like she was looking right at me.
Jasmine on one side in a tight emerald mini-dress that hugged her curves, slit high on the thigh. Kim in red, low-cut and short, showing off her legs and the faint curve of her belly. Nala in gold, strapless and shimmering, looking like a queen. Minne at the back, peeking shyly, in a soft pink dress that clung to her small frame, face flushed and adorable.
The caption read: 'We're waiting for you, magic fingers.'
