Briar
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The deep emerald dress Mia had chosen hugged my curves in all the right places, the silky fabric cool against my skin. The color made my eyes pop, transforming them from their usual soft green to vibrant jade. My auburn hair cascaded down my back in soft waves, and a light dusting of makeup enhanced my features.
"I look like I'm going to prom, not dinner with a psychopath," I muttered, tugging at the hem of the dress. The material slipped through my fingers, smooth as water.
Mia chuckled, coming up behind me to adjust a stray curl. "That's the point, honey. We want Eric to be so distracted he can't think straight"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach
