CHAPTER SEVEN: CANDY
SCARLET’S POV
“This is insane, Scarlett,” Lydia said for what had to be the hundredth time as she paced across my bedroom floor like a malfunctioning Roomba. Who can blame her? This was probably the most reckless I’ve gotten.
I ignored her, keeping my attention fixed on the mirror. The champagne metallic V-cut bodycon dress clung to every curve like it had been stitched onto my skin. Sleek blonde wig? Check. Smoky eyes and nude lipstick? Check and check. The look was dangerously seductive and exactly what tonight required.
“You were lucky he didn’t recognize you on last week,” Lydia said, stopping mid-step. “But I doubt you’ll be that lucky twice.”
I knew she was right. Deep down, I’d been clinging to hope that the disguise, and his ego, would be enough to keep me
