Chapter Eleven

"How does this look?" Victoria asks. "Does it look better with my hair up or down?"

Brett sighs. "Just do whatever. Jesus."

"Up," I tell her. "You've got a long and elegant neck. Show it off. There's no reason why you should keep your hair long."

She starts pinning her hair up and I stare at my reflection for the twentieth time. I'm all dressed up, and my fear is that we'll show up to this masquerade looking utterly ridiculous. Victoria assured me that it's a formal event, but she's throwing this party without knowing if people will abide to the rules. People normally don't. It's quite possible that we'll see people dressed in cowboy suits.

"I feel like I'm going to a wedding," Brett comments. He then turns to wink at me. "Maybe yours with the Italian stallion."

I glare at him. "I didn't find that funny."

"It wasn't meant to be funny."

"Like this?" Victoria asks, turning so we have a view of the back of her head. I nod and tell her it looks perfect. Brett says nothing at all, just go