My nerves get worse with each passing block. We’ll be at Mazzanti Enterprises in a matter of moments and there’s no turning back. No time to go back and change into basic black.
Jessica came over to help me get ready. She claimed it was just to help with my hair but considering all she did was smooth it out in soft waves I think the real reason was to make sure I didn’t chicken out on wearing the sparkly pink dress. Jessica convinced Cheryl to let her attend the gala too. I told her I could’ve obviously gotten her an invitation, but she just shrugged. She did the same thing when I asked her why she didn’t just get ready with me so we could ride in together. That shrug was followed by her muttering something about her making an entrance. I have a sneaking suspicion she wants to wow my bodyguard.
Considering tonight’s venue will be overrun with both overt and undercover security, Eric’s been given permission to loosen the reins a little. I’m attending as peripheral help so I plan to mingle and pretend to bid on the silent auction items. It’ll be easier to blend without a shadow.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m not worried that I look like a tramp, this dress is fancy as fuck. I’m worried that I actually might look like a millionaire’s girlfriend. Paired with strappy black heels, gold stud earrings, smoky eyes, and a bold red lip dye, my outfit is classy. Classier than I’ve ever looked before. Even Eric did a double take when he first saw me. But I’m attending this event as part of the public relations team, not as a personal guest.
The car pulls to a stop at the front doors of M.E., and my time for fretting has run out.
