Karen clenched and swallowed; she was affected. She pulled Diane's hands away from her dress, “Stop it.”
“Hey, come on,” she whispered and continued playing with Karen's collar, “I think she's your type.”
“No she's not,” Karen protested.
“Don't lie to me now,” Diane continued with that hush melodic but sinister voice, “Keep the scar aside, you know she is.” She stared straight into Karen's eyes. Karen broke the gaze and looked away, “So what's your point?”
“I want to see it.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I'll pay you. That money you said you need, I'll double it.”
The money part of the deal weakened Karen even more and she stepped back to take a breather, pacing away from Diane.
“We got the dress, the girl, the setting and the money. What's left?”
Karen glanced over at Elara who was busy loo
