"If you get any more perfect, I'm going to believe you were made just for me."
― Elena Armas
Sloane Kingston
Once inside the only walled room in my apartment—the bathroom—I felt a sense of relief wash over me. My skin felt cooler, as if the simple act of closing the door had blocked out some of the tension I was carrying. Though the bathroom didn't have a lock, I shut the door firmly and hung my dress from the shower bar. With a deep breath, I began the meticulous process of doing my makeup and hair.
Anxiety churned in my stomach at the thought of the fundraiser event, but curiosity was there too, simmering just below the surface.
"Oh, trust me, darling, it's something that you will need to bid for."
His words had left me hanging, adding to the fluttering in my chest.
