Page 203 of Night's Fall
I opened my eyes.
And yes.
I should never have worried.
Lancet was my friend too, andIshould have trusted him.He’dbreak his back not to disappoint me.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to do that.
I was wearing a plum-colored dress in a delicious crêpe.Itwas ultra-feminine, had a short flutter sleeve, a thin, patent belt at the waist the color of lapis, the same as the sleek, sexy slingbacks on my feet.Therewas a large flower brooch made of soft-pink organza and wispy blue feathers pinned over my left collarbone so the feathers tickled my neck.
My makeup was natural, but sophisticated, fresh, with only a hint of dewy, and very feminine.Myhair was pulled back in a soft, but complicated chignon at the nape of my neck.
I’d already put my diamond studs in.
It was perfect.
Iwas perfect.
There was flair.Panache.Style.Color.Personality.Delicacy.Butit was refined.
“I think the brooch should be your signature, at least for a while,”Lancetdecreed, reaching in to fluff the feathers while he studied his work in the mirror. “I’mseeing them all over the streets already, since you wore your last one.”
I turned to him. “Lancet, honey, it’s sheer perfection.”
He looked to me. “Youthink?”
I didn’t confirm.
Well,Idid, by hugging him.
His arms went around me super tight.
“Laura, this is a huge opportunity you’re giving me,” he said in my ear, andIcould hear from the huskiness in his voice how much it meant to him.
Even so,Ipulled out of his arms and gave one a playful slap. “Shutup.Youdeserve it.”Iturned back to the mirror and lifted my hands to my sides. “See?”
His eyes got bright with tears.
“Don’t you cry, orI’llcry,”Iwarned.
“I set your makeup to waterproof,” he returned.
“I don’t need bloodshot eyes.”
“Any homeMedi-Aidwould take care of bloodshot eyes in two seconds.”
He was right about that.
“Excuse please,” we heard from the door.
We both looked that way.
Antheme was standing in it.
“We should have left five minutes ago,” she said.
Crap.
