I got dressed for the meeting that Zach said that we had, putting on black lace underwear, slipping a long and black satin dress on. The dress was so beautiful. It was a one shoulder dress with a split on the side, the split riding up my thigh. I got on a black pair of heels, making sure that my hair was brushed, I left it loose. I put on red lip-gloss, and I put on some eye-liner and some eye-shadow.
I sprayed perfume along my neck, and I made sure to put the knife garter around my thigh, slipping the knife that Cassian gave me in it. I had trust issues.
I walked outside of the bedroom, noticing all the boys were all dressed up formally in suits that looked oh so sexy on them.
“Ready to go?” Zach walked into the room, fixing his tie, and I nod.
“Ready. What are we doing anyway?” En
