Chapter Sixty

She stared at the outfit Holly had laid out on the bed for her, a skimpy red plaid skirt with a short-sleeve button-down white shirt, along with a scribbled note informing her that the redhead would not be a part of the festivities tonight. A schoolgirl uniform. Really? Isn’t that a little too much on the nose? She sighed as she lifted the clothes off the bed, holding them out in front of her.

Something hit her foot, and she glanced down, noticing a pair of knee-high white socks. Of course, there were no panties, bra, or shoes to go with the outfit. Probably didn’t matter. The way things usually went whenever Damien planned something for her, she wouldn’t be in them long.

She glanced down at her watch. She had an hour before she was to be upstairs. Of course, her nerves twisted in her stomach as if she were walking up to the third floor right now. Tossing her outfit on the bed, she headed for the shower, hoping to wash her nervousness away. While sh