The Silhouette of Us
Two hours later, the girl who worried over medical bills vanished.
Standing in front of the mirror in her modest apartment, Clara zipped up a sleek, deep emerald silk gown. The fabric moved like water, hugging her curves perfectly without sacrificing an ounce of elegance. She styled her hair into a sophisticated, loose updo, leaving a few strands to frame her face. She applied a classic red lipstick, her striking, intelligent eyes holding a calm, unbothered confidence.
She wasn't Clara Linley, the desperate student, tonight. Tonight, she was the Emerald Mirage—an elite companion hired to play a dangerous game in a world of billionaires.