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"Delivery for a Miss…" The delivery guy studied the address label. "Miss Mason." He lifted his brows at Dad. "She live here?"
"Yes," I said, my hand on Dad's arm. "Thank you." I signed and the guy handed me the long rectangular box then left. I headed straight for my room and closed the bedroom door on Dad's curious expression.
"Soph?" he called out. "What's that?"
"A uniform for the temp job." Man, I was getting deeper and deeper into this mess.
Apparently that satisfied him. I heard his footsteps recede and the kitchen chair scrape on the floor tiles. I breathed out a long breath and opened the box. Wow. It wasn't so much a dress as a gown, the sort you see actresses wearing on the red carpet. It was strapless and made of a silvery fabric that caught the light in its threads. It r
