Scotch & Soda Starwatcher black gold knit tiered long sleeve dress holiday party

Bianca picked at her manicure - it was a gold hologram ombre, but it was starting to lift. She absentmindedly played with her gold Versace necklace and stared out the window. The party was tonight and she didn't know what she was going to do. Derrick was going to propose to her, she knew it. He'd been asking about what amount of carats she'd want on her ring, 'just in case someone ever asked her'. Come ON. She'd said 20, just to see if she could get a reaction. He'd barely blinked - then again, he was a trust fund baby, so she should have gone higher. She glanced down the hall and saw him changing into his suit. God, he had a great ass. But he was dull as dish water. They'd met at a mutual friend's Christmas party - he'd come up and paid for her drink, making some comment about angels and wise men, but she couldn't hear him over the music. They'd ended up making out in the bathroom, then the next thing she knew, it was 2 years later. Part of her was tempted to say yes, but she knew a marriage license would involve birth certificates, and that's where things would get tricky. She glanced at the duffel bag she'd pulled from underneath the bed. It was stuffed with cash, fake ID's and enough clothes to last a week. "Derrick, darling, I'm going to run over to Balmain, I'll be right back. Why don't you put on that gold tie, it matches my dress!"