19Franco did a double-take when she walked in, which was perfectly understandable. She’d done the same in front of her mirror two hours earlier. She wasn’t sure how she’d let her mother talk her into the kaleidoscope patterned dress. It had been something Annalise Harrington—a long-time fashionista—had said about the pattern making her look more rounded and less skinny.
Seetha rolled her eyes. She knew it hurt to look at it. At least it was a snug material and hugged everything. Tonight she’d topped it with heels to tone it down some. They made her tower over the man staring at her legs like he’d never seen a woman before.
“Remember when I told you King wasn’t as scary as he looked? I don’t think that extends to catching you eyeballing my legs. Things have escalated between King and I.”
