14
Jackie
I hold the dress in front of me and peer at my reflection in the mirror.
“To be honest, I was quite surprised when Carl told me you’d be wearing a dress,” Angela says, lying on the bed.
I pivot and, while still holding up the dress, I bat my lashes. “Why would you say such a thing, Officer Hill?”
“Officer?” Angela quirks up her eyebrows. “That’s Detective Hill to you.” She pushes herself up. She doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get ready for the event my son has been dreaming of most of his life.
Angela hops off the bed. She halts right in front of me and rubs the dress between her fingers. “Let me show off my detecting skills for you. What material is this?” She brings the dress to eye level. “Hm, my powers of deduction seem to be eluding me at the moment.” She gently tu
