"So it's you, huh?" asked the woman as she circled Claire, scanning her from head to toe when she finally stopped.
Claire felt like a lab rat about to be dessicted with the way the elite woman eyed her. Every inch of this lady screams of a wealthy goth. She'll look like a poorly dressed assistant if sitted next to her.
She casted Jordan a 'help me' look. He only shrugged, smiling to himself, fixing his already fixed bow tie.
What did these two came for in Gustav's residence? They're both dressed as if they're attending an epic party. "Gustav's ain't home yet. Probably tomorrrow, he'll be here already."
"I know." The woman faked-check her long and heavily designed manicured fingers.
She clenched her teeth. "So you know he won't be here until tomorrow. Why'd you come all dressed fancy
