The green dress clung to me like a weight on my shoulders. I stroked the smooth fabric.
"Cut it out," the little stylist with thick glasses, Vivienne, told me. She moved around me in circles. "Mr. Blackwood will smile, really, when he sees you."
I gazed at the mirror in shock. My messy sloppy bun was nowhere to be found, and waves of hair cascaded down my back. Makeup smeared across my face. Barely me.
"I don't look like me," I gasped.
"That's sorta the whole point," Vivienne grinned. "You're not you tonight."
My borrowed phone rang on the table. I picked it up in trembling hands, willing to let the phone ring.
*I just left my building. Car is 10 minutes out. Stand by. - AB*
I was listening to my own heartbeat pounding so loudly that it was at the back of my throat. Ten minutes! I h
