My best friend's brother and my brother's best friend (2016)

A girls night out

*Dani's party outfit*

"Wow, who is that sexy beast and what has she done with my best friend?"

I laugh at Cara's melodramatic wolf whistle as I exit her ensuite bathroom donned in my, I'll admit somewhat risqué, going out dress.

She's lounging on her bed with my brother, looking beautiful as ever in a knee-length white chiffon dress with short sleeves and a high lacy neck. She's matched this with white stilettos that have a silver heel and her signature Tiffany's jewellery.

I strike a dramatic pose, wearing a short clingy black dress with thin straps, matching black stilettos and dark red lipstick. Jeremy's eyebrows shoot up at my appearance.

"Yeah, you're definitely not going out like that," he says seriously being his usual overprotective self.

"Really because I don't remember asking your permission," I retort sticking my tongue out at him playfully.

"You're hardly wearing anything," he protests, draping his arm across Cara's back.

"Oh shut up," Cara laughs nudging him before pecking him on the cheek.

"I'm so excited about tonight," I begin changing the subject, applying more mascara.

"Same," Cara adds, joining me in the mirror "it's girl's night out, it can't get any better."

"Yeah girls night, the ideal place for guys to go to pull."

"Oh shut up Jeremy, we are quite capable of looking after ourselves," Cara insists inspecting her face closely.

"Well I'll be at the end of my phone all night if you need me," Jeremy adds, gently leaning across the bed to caress her hand.

"And I thank you," she giggles flopping back onto the bed with him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Ugh, I think I'll pass," I groan before adjusting my shoes and leaving the room promptly.

With a sigh, I close the door behind me and arrange the contents of my clutch as I head down the stairs, smiling at the laughing that travels from Cara's room.

"You got enough money for taxis?" I'm greeted with my mum's fussing as soon as I enter the kitchen.

"Yeah, don't worry," I reassure her whilst slinging my bag's thin silver strap over my shoulder.

"I will always worry," she says smiling before pulling me in for a tight hug "you look gorgeous sweetie."

"Thank you dear mother," I laugh, joining Al at the table. She's rifling through some old cookbooks, her spectacles resting in complete determination on the brim of her nose.

"Well the taxi's coming at half past nine," Al pipes in, still in complete concentration.

"Excellent then pre-drinks will soon begin."

"Just go easy tonight," mum says with care, pouring me a glass of Pinot.

"We will," Cara interrupts from behind me, snatching one of the glasses and sipping the smooth liquid "but it's going to be a great night."

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"Thank you!" We stumble out of the taxi half an hour later, waving goodbye to one of the most talkative taxi drivers I've ever had.