Wednesday. Zechariah Mizrahi's Party. Sant Antoni de Portmany, Ibiza.
THE LIGHTS PULSED IN time to the music. Most of the bodies crammed onto the back patio turned dance floor at least tried to move in time to the beat. Most were too drunk to know what a beat was. Hell, Jennifer had already pulled one drunk girl out of the pool and it was still technically early.
That had gotten her a glare from Milan, who likely more concerned about Jennifer's dress than the state of the drunk girls.
Every time Milan went out, Jennifer wore a matching or similar outfit. The reason being, Jennifer could be a pretty damn convincing body double in a pinch. Given how many parties Milan went to, Jennifer had run interference on hundreds of creepy guys. She hadn't known this was part of the job when she'd ta
