Chapter 13 Your Time Is Running Out
- ALEXA
- My black dress clung to my body like a second skin, and the slit ran so high that it might as well have been an invitation to wandering eyes.
- I hated it because this time I was wearing a dress I hadn't chosen myself. It made me feel like a freaking puppet. My lips were stained with blood-red lipstick that I hadn't chosen, and my hair was twisted into an elegant updo.