During a night that now felt as though it had happened lifetimes ago. Emily had dressed in a red dress and walked beside Derek, the two of them, facing down a young woman who had become a nuisance and coming out on top. Back then, it had seemed like a challenge.
But the Emily from that time had not yet known just how dangerous the world could be. Now she sat side by side with Derek at the back of a limo.
They were once again dressed to kill( hopefully not in the literal sense), with Emily in a bone white dress, and Derek himself in a dark shirt, dark trousers, and a crisp white coat. The two of them having taken time to make sure that their outfits were well coordinated, not because they were at the party to enjoy themselves. But because they recognised the need to look powerful, when wanting to feel powerful.
