OPPOSITES ATTRACT → MARTANA
Santana didn’t skimp a list of antics for her and Marley’s ‘date’, but she did skimp on clothes - some would say. Dressed in a skimpy black spaghetti strapped dress, her heels - strappy and high - were the same shade of midnight black as her dress. Her hair was blown out, full and bouncy with large curls that framed her pretty face perfectly. The brunette was dressed to slay, entice, and definitely flirt when her words weren’t. Which was wonderful, and all, but Santana couldn’t shake the feeling it was a bit inappropriate for the setting of this ‘date’; seeing as it was at the lake, where there was dirt, and sand.....- ‘whatever, I look hot,’ she thought, shrugging it off.
Santana pulled up in her red Jeep, texting Marley she was there before she hopped out and walked to the front door of the Delta house. She knocked, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, and settling into her confident demeanor with a smirk smeared across her face.
