Eight
The week flew by fast and soon Friday night was upon them. Sett’s escort, Agent Ashford Martin, picked her up and got them to the event early so they could get their speak-spell charms that allowed them all to hear and reply to each other, as if wearing a mic and earbud. Both Sett and Lucia had chosen gowns that were more fitted than flowing, with slits to allow ease of movement if they had to fight or run. Sett had chosen slip-on heels so she could kick them off if needed, while Lucia had stiletto pumps, she had worn before.
“One of these days, you’ll have to give me pointers on how to wear those things and not break a leg. I’ve never been a fan,” Sett said as she admired Lucia’s outfit. “You look beautiful,” she whispered.
“And you look like someone I want to take home. Now, ple
