Chapter 42 PLAYING THE PART

• I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone.
• No!
• Female assassins wore leather skin tight trousers and matching tops with combat boots. They had a tough demeanor and screamed hell. At least that's what my wardrobe at my weapons place showcased, so when my guardian gave me the contact of a certain man called Ben, he told me to look every inch like the assassin I was.