247: The Dinner

I blot the red lipstick with some tissue.

I don't recognize the woman staring back at me. It isn't just the makeup that's making her look different, the eyes are all wrong. Hard. Cold.

Looking back, I have no clue of how I managed to be Yara Huxley for so long. Maybe the problem is that I was never Yara, not really. I was being Amelia the whole time. In this instance, I have to be an entirely different person to fool Ash Rockford. Amelia/Yara belongs to Damien and only him. She's not capable of being completely deceptive and cold.

Ash sent one of his guys to The Lounge to inform me of the place where we would be dining and the time. I wasn't there, but Chris relayed the message. He's eager to meet me and I'll take that as a good sign.

I've done my hair and make-up, so all that's left is putting on the dress I picked out. It's an open-back, glittery, long-sleeved black dress. It's short, exposing the right amount of skin. Devon thinks that this is the right tactic and I won't disagree