I was standing in front of the Vasilakis’ mansion.
A long brown trench coat was over the black leather vixen costume I was wearing, hiding it from the world. And yes, I changed my mind.
I flipped my waist-length blonde wig that had fallen over my shoulders to the back with one hand while the other held my long black whip.
I took a deep breath before pulling out my phone to text Jordan.
I’m outside.
Then I waited for his reply. I kept glancing at my phone checking for any new notification but it didn’t come. I realized then that he was probably partying and doesn’t even remember he has a phone.
Maybe I should have told him earlier that I would be coming.
I was left with no other choice but to walk in there uninvited.
I walked to the living room with rising confidence and as I
