Watch me tease you mercilessly before I go out and seduce your best friend. You're just a warm-up, babe! Three outfits, three chances for you to fantasize… and three brutal reminders that I only see you as a friend. Your job? Give me outfit advice. My job? Moan your friend’s name later while you sit alone, wishing it was you. The way your face fell when I said, ‘It’s not you, it’s your friend’? Priceless. I knew you’d get your hopes up… and I loved crushing them. What are friends for, right?
