Chapter 133

• “Breathe, Ami. Just breathe,” I whispered to my reflection, bracing my palms on the edge of the vanity. This was far from how I’d envisioned a rescue mission though, truthfully, I’d never had a concrete idea of what one should look like.
• Still, striding into danger in full evening glam, a sweeping gown, sculpted curls, and sky-high stilettos hadn’t exactly topped my list of plausible scenarios.
• “Trust me. The less suspicion we draw, the better,” Renzo had insisted as he outlined the plan.