Chapter 68 Prelude In Crimson

• MARISOL
• Luzie stirred but didn’t wake as I kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing a curl from her forehead. She clutched her stuffed rabbit tighter, her breath warm against my arm.
• Back in my room, I slid the closet door open and stared down my options. The deep crimson dress practically dared me. I slipped it on, the silky fabric hugging every curve, the plunging neckline drawing my eye in the mirror. It was bold. Striking. Not the kind of thing I usually wore, but maybe that was the point.