POV: Olivia

When I got back to the apartment, I realized that Lucas was still out on his mission to get things Olivia loved. He’s been out for so long, and now I’m wondering if indeed he went to get his hair and outfit ready, or he’s out playing his usual games with women.

I ripped open the bags. The dress pooled on the floor like blood, silky and unforgiving. I stripped naked, standing before the full-length mirror we’d salvaged from a curbside trash heap. My body mirrored Olivia’s, curves in all the right places, same pert breasts, same narrow waist. But my hair was the giveaway. I have wild...