It was the day of the reception and Poppy was being fitted to receive intel from Luke at the party. She just hoped the answers he gave were the right ones. She didn't want to see him killed. Deep down, she believed Luke to be a good man.
Her sleeveless tulle cocktail dress with a stunning sweetheart neckline looked to have been made just for her. But the wires and microphone weren't exactly the perfect accessories to go with such a high fashion dress.
Roman watched as Remi affixed the wiretap to Poppy's dress, struggling to get it right.
"Sis, that's not going to work. They could spot that wire a mile away."
"Hush. I'm trying my best." Remi wasn't much of a sewing girl, so she was failing miserably. Pricking her finger on the needle, she stuck her finger in her mouth. "Ouch, son of a bitch, that hurts!"
