Elena Garcia, Parking Lot, The Bachelor Ball
Elena Garcia, Parking Lot, “We’re late.” I took a step back and used the huge dumpster near the building’s rear door to hide from view. The caterer and her servers hustled from their trucks as I tugged the bodice of my borrowed gown up over my chest. Again. The damn thing was too tight, pushing my breasts into embarrassing mounds while simultaneously threatening to drop away and expose them at any moment. One wrong move and I’d be flashing more than my smile.
Again“Are you sure about this, Elena?” Dominique asked. She was Abby’s manager and public relations specialist. She’d been hired by Abby’s father personally. Given an office in his building. Watched like a hawk. She would be in just as much trouble as I if things went wrong tonight.
“Yes
