Izzy
The rest of the day at work is a blur, my mind still tangled in everything I’d seen. After lunch, I find the small pill pack I’d collected from doctor’s office lying on my desk, and I feel a wave of relief that Zade put them there without making it a thing. But his simple gesture, the quiet way he’s handled it, gnaws at me. I can’t seem to let him slip from my thoughts, even as I try to focus on work. By the time I finish for the day, my head is buzzing, a mess of confusion and curiosity. And when I finally leave, I feel an almost desperate urge to understand more of what I saw with him and Cleo.
After getting home, I change into a tight black skirt and a lace corset, letting the transformation take over, shedding the day’s stress as I slip into the anonymity of Gabriella, or “Candy
