ELIZABETH POV
It was almost time.
I stood in front of my closet, heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and something dangerously close to guilt.
My fingers brushed over each hanger until I landed on a black dress—short, tight, with a plunging neckline that screamed trouble.
It wasn’t my usual style, but then again, nothing about tonight was usual.
I slipped it on, smoothing the fabric down my hips. It hugged my curves in all the right places, clinging like a second skin.
I added my favorite red gloss, thick mascara, and winged eyeliner for good measure. Then came the heels, six inches of confidence in shiny black leather.
One last look in the mirror and I froze.
Damn.
I looked nothing like myself.
The girl staring back at me was bold. Sexy. Untouchable.
The kind of gir
