Chapter 33 - The Party Crashers
I'm silently having a fight with the woman staring back at me from the mirror. Putting on an evening gown feels eerily similar to the last time I dressed up nicely for an event like this. The major difference being that this time there is no high end couture piece wrapping my body in a fabric so smooth that is similar to a lover's caress. No. This time I have to make do with reusing a dress I wore in the past, because our team's budget has taken quite a hit since the Vaughan job won't be paid.
I might have on a dress that was initially purchased for its ability to make me blend in, but the excitement is still there. It shouldn't be, I know, but as I touch the delicate straps that hold the dress, I can't stop myself from imagining what Alec would say a
