Chapter 8
I checked myself in the mirror of the public bathroom, almost laughing at how awful I looked. Marcus texted me last night, saying we should go all out this year and try the Gothic look for this year’s Vampire Festival. Normally, we didn’t bother. We were already vampires after all. We hardly needed to dress up to pretend we weren’t.
And so, I’d done exactly what he’d asked. Dark make-up, black lacy corset and a tulle skirt that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a ballerina. Except for the colour that was. Fishnet tights, and one of those funny little hat-grip slide things finished off my look. Hey, I might like dresses, but I wasn’t a super girly girl. There was no room to be when I worked in such a male dominated space. Well, and lived as part of a male dominated society. u
