“You could have used the car we sent you.” Margot’s voice was cold as she pressed a card into the elevator. It opened. We walked in. “Or worn the… outfits we sent.”
I smiled as I entered, my hand wrapped tightly around Chrissy’s. “What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?”
I knew what she wanted to say but she wouldn’t say it. Not someone like her. I turned to look at Chrissy, “She might sound like an ice queen but she’s sort of sweet.”
“That is not going to work, Miss Calloway?”
I turned. My head rested on the elevator walls, a smile on my face. “What isn’t? A compliment?”
“You shouldn’t have come if you weren’t going to take this seriously.” She looked at me. Her glasses were still on even now. Still, she looked gorgeous in her dress. “This is a very important meeting for him.”
“And?”
