Adriana said something Roxanne didn't quite catch — lost in the heavenly narcotic of fingers in her hair and the warm weight of Melissa's thighs beneath her cheek — and Melissa laughed. Full. Genuine laugh Roxanne had never heard from this woman in a decade of forced proximity.
"You shouldn't worry about that at all," Melissa said, her voice softening. "You're still just as ravishing as ever. Nothing to fret over. Truly."
"Oh, fuck off with your compliments, Mel — you're just being polite and we both know it — the truth is I'm getting old—"
She paused.
Adriana's eyes, visible on the oversized screen, narrowed as they studied her friend's face through the camera.
"—Gosh. How are you only getting prettier? How is that — Mel, you look — you look incredible. What are you doing? What have you changed? Your skin looks —"
