Chapter 937 We've Met

• Skye
• I turn back to her, but her eyelids flutter, and she slumps into an exhausted, utterly limp kind of sleep. Fair enough. I suppose letting her borrow my bed means I have free rein over her well-stocked closet.
• My normally smart, academia-leaning style isn’t much more than a thick sweater and black leggings, but based on the flyer, this is a more formal affair. I flick through Abby’s options and find a black cocktail dress that isn’t too short and drape it over my body, completing the look with a pair of her knee-high black leather boots.