Six Weeks Later
Fawn’s POV
I studied myself in the mirror, turning slowly to admire my reflection. Six weeks of brutal physical therapy had done wonders for Cassie’s body, my body now. The softness that had lingered after the coma had firmed into lean muscle. My arms no longer trembled when I lifted things. My legs carried me without complaint.
The scarlet red dress I’d chosen clung to every curve, the color vivid against my pale skin. The plunging neckline revealed just enough cleavage to be enticing without crossing into vulgar territory. It was a power dress, designed to command attention, exactly what I needed tonight.
I’d arranged for a bottle of my natural perfume to be purchased from the local market. The scent seemed the same to me, and I hoped that Richard or Gemma picked up o
