My hands wouldn't stop trembling, but I managed to button the final button on my shirt. Actually Vivian's shirt. The black one that I was going to wear to the press conference before Kendra had dressed me in that scandalous red dress.
This was the second time I would wear black on a date with Derek. Maybe I thought subconsciously that I was attending a funeral instead of going on a date, and in a way, I kind of was. Possibly my own if I got caught with Kendra's tech she'd given me at the dead drop.
She'd written me a note too.
Are you sure you want to do this?
The answer was no. I wasn't at all sure. I hadn't even told Kendra about my conversation with Phyllis and Howard because I was too horrified to form actual words around it and make it real. I would, soon, but I could only deal
