"Good morning, Miss Perry. Did you have a good night's rest?" Tom greeted politely when Lucy joined him by the car the following morning.
She wasn't wearing her glasses as instructed and her long black hair fell around her shoulders in cascades. She was dressed in a peach-colored suit, with white camisole inside, and a white handbag on her right wrist to match the white stiletto heels on her feet.
Lucy blinked at him for a moment as if she wasn't sure he was talking to her. Had last night been a dream? Or perhaps he had been on hard drugs? Lucy wondered as she stared at him. Taking a closer look at him, she noticed the amusement in his eyes. It definitely wasn't a dream. He was trying to mess with her mind.
