CHAPTER 21
ELENA
The girl had a point. Sitting at home and moping about Viking wasn’t doing her any good. In fact, excitement thrummed in her blood at the prospect of dressing up, even if it was in a leopard-print little dress, and spending the night on the dance floor.
“I’m not sure if this is the right outfit for me.” She said it in the most polite way possible. The tight dress hugged her curves and emphasized her generous breasts.
“It looks great on you,” Katya insisted as she brushed Elena’s hair until it shone and spilled over her shoulders in waves. The only makeup she bothered with was mascara and lip gloss.
Elena swallowed any remarks after that. It seemed useless anyway. Katya had declared they were going out and basically taken over her life from then on. Katya had made her
