CLUB DRESSING ROOM : NIGHT
The mirror lights buzzed softly as Lucy adjusted the thin strap of her dress, fingers trembling slightly. Her cheeks still held the heat from the earlier scene on the club floor. But Barry’s words rang in her head like a warning bell.
“Go back to work.”
So here she was. Composed on the outside, storming inside. Calm and minding her business.
Vanessa sat on the bench nearby, legs crossed, touching up her lip gloss with a practiced hand. She glanced at Lucy now and then, sensing her tension but not prying. Some nights were better left unspoken.
Then the door creaked open.
The energy in the room shifted as Carina stepped in.
She sauntered in like she owned the place, blonde hair piled high, lips red like blood, hips swaying with pure spite.
Lucy saw her refl
