* Jana *
The next morning, the city shimmered under a pale haze, as if the sun itself was holding its breath. I sat on the edge of my bed, still wrapped in the velvet robe I hadn't yet shrugged off. My phone vibrated again, another email reminder for the Dankworth Company's anniversary dinner party.
Tonight.
A company-wide celebration cloaked in prestige and champagne, where spouses came dressed in diamonds and polished ambition, and where Lawrence's parents, the Jullianne and Lance Dankworth, would be in attendance.
The thought curled inside my chest like smoke. I stood slowly, walked to the wardrobe, and slid the doors open.
My fingers brushed past sleek black suits, crisp white blouses, safe blazers. Corporate armor. But tonight called for something else. Not a disguise. Not entire
