Chapter Seven
Valentina took a few experimental steps in her heeled shoes. They had possibilities. She flexed her foot, debating on how much pressure would be required to puncture someone’s chest cavity.
“You look stunning!” Seara clasped her hands together.
Valentina blinked at Kayla’s mother and managed a demure smile. “Thank you. I appreciate your kindness in helping me dress appropriately. I don’t want to cause any offense.”
Seara beamed a smile at her. “It’s my pleasure. I’m going to see about convincing Kayla to try on a pair of heels. You’ve taken to them like you were born to wear them.”
As soon as Seara left the room, Valentina opened her bag and selected a couple of her smaller knives. The very short, sparkling red dress was made of even less fabric than the last dress Serge
