Rachel’s POV I stood in front of my closet, scanning the row of clothes. I knew I had to dress decently and not overdress to avoid alertness; maybe a poor-class blend, but all my outfits were very custom-made; it was hard to settle for one. After standing for a minute or two contemplating, I chose a modest skirt and blouse combo, adding a lightweight jacket to complete the look. As I finished styling my hair into a ponytail, I heard footsteps approaching. Diana walked in with a cup of coffee. "Girl, you look... polished," Diana said, eyeing me up and down. "Too polished?" I asked, smoothing my skirt. "A little bit," Diana replied, handing me the coffee. "You're supposed to be poor-class, Rach, not upper crust." I laughed, adjusting my jacket. "I'll tone it down." "Just leave it; you’re running late already, and Darius is downstairs waiting,” she announced. Damn it! The mere mention of his name sent shivers crawling up my skin. Diana's expression turned serious, snapping m
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