My day from there was a blur of hair, makeup, and wardrobe. Saz had made it a point to call up some lunch for me in the middle of the day, a note attached reading: "Allie, I will be texting you the coordinates for the gala tonight. Knowing Zelia, neither of us will be getting any work done. Apologies. Saz." He wasn't joking. Twelve hours sitting in a chair and not a single lick of research got done. I guess this is what Saz meant when he talked about adjusting. And I thought it was about watching those two have morning s*x.
The outfit I'm wearing must cost more than everything I own combined. The clouds rumble in the distance but are too far to really ruin the night. I notice that Zelia's bright pink eyesore is already gone as I shuffle my way down the lot. I manage to stuff myself into t
