To Color Your Life

The girl was walking down the street towards the house, enclosed with a fence of roses. In one hand she held a bottle of champagne, the other held a wide-brimmed hat. Dark sunglasses hid the eyes, leaving all the attention to lips - plump and bright red.

The guys walking towards her whistled playfully and could not resist a couple of slippery comments about her short skirt and seductive legs.

'I think I went over the top after all,' Emily reprimanded herself mentally, stopping in front of the door of the house. Her grandmother had not seen her like that for a long time, or better to say... never!

Maybe she shouldn't have borrowed things from her neighbor? Who by the way, was a great go-go dancer. Although Emily did not see it herself, they said so.

"Come on Hayes, you will do it. Operation Anti-Kevin has begun." She pressed the bell and prepared for the loud indignation of her beloved relative.

Damn it, what if my grandmother gets a heart attack at my sight? The girl was alarmed, but it was too late. The front door clicked and Madame Hayes appeared in the doorway.

"Hello, granny! I just grabbed something for tea... umm, some champagne," Emily handed the bottle to the woman.

Grandmother took the gift from her granddaughter and stared at her. After a minute of silent gazing, the woman smiled, "Come on in, dear. Everyone is waiting for you."

Uh? Is that all? But what about, "What did you think when you put on this disgrace?!" or something like that?

Emily pulled down the edge of her skirt (which didn't help the situation) and followed the woman into the living room.

The usual spacious room, decorated with paintings on the walls and fresh flowers did not match the girl's outfit at all. More precisely, this girl was like a dirty blot on a blank canvas.

"Sarah, our beautiful Emily has come. You just wanted to chat with her. How wonderful, right?" Grandmother Hayes was beaming with joy as if she had not seen her granddaughter for several years who returned from a distant journey.

Oh, Granny, decided to pretend that nothing strange is happening? Emily chuckled. Her grandmother was at one time a famous actress and the girl knew perfectly when she entered the role.

Even now, the relative looked like Emily was not dressed like a prostitute... oops, like a woman of low level of social responsibility.

The same cannot be said about Mrs. Hayes's friend.

Sarah Claren, a social etiquette instructor, looked like she had been invited to the set of an adult movie. In one of the main roles.

"E... Emily? H-hello, dear. Long time no see." The woman's hand trembled, and so as not to drop the cup of tea, she put it back on the table.

Inner Dragon Hayes chuckled sarcastically. At least Granny Claren was impressed by her.

But it turned out to be an entirely different situation with madam Claren's grandson.

Surprise flashed in the guy's eyes. His gaze slowly passed from the girl's lips down, lingering on her breasts and legs. He immediately straightened up and squared his shoulders.

Emily wanted to roll her eyes. Are you serious? Did you want to turn on the male mode after three months of that they have known each other, should she put on a shorter skirt?

Well, if we play, we play. The girl did not care about her reputation in the eyes of this couple.

"Mrs. Claren, how are you? Oh, you've gotten a little plumpier since our last meeting, or does it only seem to me? Is your health all right? I can advise you a good doctor if you need." With the very first phrases, the girl broke several rules of elegant speech.

The woman's face twitched at the comment. Emily knew that she had a fad about being overweight, which genuinely surprised the girl. Who can be worried about a couple of extra pounds in 70 years old? That's number one. And number two - why then come to visit for the pies? Chew on a green salad. At home.

"Oh no, honey. Thank God everything is fine. Didn't get enough sleep. Worried about Kevin," the grandmother's guest looked at her grandson with tenderness and patted his palm encouragingly, "Emily, do you know that Kevin's team entered the national competition? Oh, I'm so glad!"

That's totally visible. There was such adoration in Mrs. Claren's eyes that Emily's jaw clenched. This scene looked too luscious.

"Congratulations," the girl smiled, revealing all her teeth. The scarlet lipstick on the lips looked even more defiant.

"Thank you, Emily. It is especially nice to receive congratulations from you," Kevin nodded with polite tact. Outward gallantry did not match the look of the predator in his eyes.

Mrs. Hayes shone with happiness (or pretended to do so). Prior to that, her granddaughter in every possible way ignored the guy. It seems that there has been some progress!

But Madame Claren, it seems, was no longer so inspired by the progress in this "relationship".

She elegantly straightened the edge of the veil on her little hat and, like a stern teacher, looked at the girl, "Emily, Marian said you got a good job in a prestigious place. Will you tell us about it? I think such a smart and promising lady like you takes this issue very seriously."

Oh yes, the Pharaoh magazine is simply the apotheosis of seriousness!

"I'm working for an adult magazine now," Emily sprawled lazily in her chair and crossed her legs. With a skirt that long, it was a complete challenge. Fishnet elastic from stockings peeked out provocatively from behind the fabric.

"An adult magazine?" the old lady turned pale and tried not to look at the girl's open legs.

Ha! So much for a promising bride!

Hayes, you're definitely crazy! Emily mentally twisted a finger to her temple. The second time she would not dare to do this. Hopefully, one time will be enough.

"Yes. Articles about sex, entertainment for adults, excerpts from erotic novels. Forbidden topics. All sorts of toys for different kinds of games, you know," she leaned forward and winked at Mrs. Claren, "Well, you know what I'm talking about, right?"

In fact, there was nothing super-forbidden or provocative in Pharaoh's publications. And Emily was surprised by how much useful and interesting content the teams created. After reading the last two issues the previous evening, she changed her mind about the new job.

But Sarah Claren didn't need to know that. And it seems that the woman tried to pretend that she did not understand what kind of adult toys the girl was referring to.

But Kevin Claren, it seems, on the contrary, understood everything very well.

His gaze became sticky. An unpleasant shiver ran down Emily's spine. What does he want? He has been ignoring her for three months, focusing on her grandmother's pies. And now he even pushed the plate aside. Isn't he just as etiquette moralist as his grandma?

"Honey, we completely forgot about champagne!" Mrs. Hayes exclaimed, "Emy, can you get some wine glasses? Ah, there should be a corkscrew in the kitchen too."

What kind of corkscrew? This is not wine!

"Of course, Granny," Emily got up and reached for a bottle of champagne. Alcohol at this time of day and at such a moment was also not according to etiquette. Therefore, the girl took a bottle with her. Her grandmother knew about it too. But Mrs. Hayes didn't seem to care.

Mischievous lights flickered in the woman's eyes. Damn it! Granny is frankly enjoying this show!

"I will help." Before Emily had time to grab the champagne, Kevin grabbed the bottle.

"Oh, of course, of course! You can take your time!" Mrs. Hayes waved her hand as if blessing the couple for a long married life, and not for going to the kitchen and back.

Here is a sly fox! Emily knew that if Granny wanted to, then the girl's whole game would go down the drain! This lady could convince anyone that black is white and vice versa if she wanted to.

The plan with Mrs. Claren could fail.

Emily cast a sidelong glance at the guy. Well, this time I'm going to go for broke.