Who said being daring was a good idea?
Roxie regretted every bone of defiance in her body that had led her to this moment. She tugged the dress down, praying it miraculously grew a few more inches.
At least she didn’t have to worry about being cold because the club was already warm from all the bodies crammed into the closed space, gyrating to the music playing from hidden speakers around the club.
By the time they’d dropped off Josiah with James’ sister and headed for the club, it had already been nine that night. Zinnia assured Roxie that they were just on time, as the fun didn’t start until almost ten. She might have been right, because Roxie noted that as late as it was, the city had transformed into a living, glittering creature. Neon lights, pulsing music, and the laughter of
