A dish served cold

I spent the next few days shopping and preparing for what I was going to wear. I needed something so oblivious, yet visible enough to catch the attention of everyone especially my preys.

The perfect look for me was achieved. And I found the perfect dress that suited my personality and taste. A red long gown that stuck up to my body, showing off my figure. The chest area was lacy, and also adorned with silver. It was just the perfect dress for me to wear to the occasion.

It felt like I was more excited than Tristan. And of course, this was my cup of tea. All he had to do was play along with me and help the best way he could.

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Saturday evening came slower than I expected. Maybe it was because I looked forward to it with so much anxiety. I got ready in time and spent the next few hours of my time standing and observing my whole look in front of my dressing mirror.

''Valerie King,''

I muttered, staring at my reflection on the mirror, and trying to act like the real owner of the n