BRISELLE’S POV.
The cream cashmere sweater was soft—infuriatingly soft. It felt like a warm hug from someone who hated me. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusted the black tailored slacks, and cursed the fact that Kai was right. I looked...polished. I looked like I belonged in a world where people didn't have to check their bank balance before buying a latte.
But as I looked at my reflection, all I could hear was Cassandra’s voice: “A temporary distraction.”
When the black SUV pulled up to the curb at exactly 4:00 PM, I didn't wait for him to come to the door. I walked out, my head held high, though my heart was doing a frantic tap-dance against my ribs.
I slid into the passenger seat, not looking at him. “I’m here. I’m wearing the clothes. Can we just get this over with? Which group
