Freya

The moment Devon’s text lit up my phone, I jumped up from the couch like I’d been electrocuted. My heart was already racing as I rushed to the washroom for a quick shower, scrubbing away the exhaustion from the all-nighter. I dried off fast, then slipped into the beautiful short black corporate gown Ryder had given me.

Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help admiring myself. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places — the fitted bodice accentuating my waist, the modest neckline teasing just enough, and the slightly flared skirt stopping mid-thigh with that delicate silver threading that sparkled subtly under the light....