Vendetta Nation (Enigma Black Trilogy #2) by Furlong-Burr Sara

Author:Furlong-Burr, Sara [Furlong-Burr, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2013-10-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The Ball

I cautiously unzipped the suitcase Kara had packed for me, afraid of what I would find. Needless to say, I wasn’t disappointed. Folded neatly and perfectly organized inside were some of the laciest silk bras and underwear I’d ever seen. Oh, Kara, just wait until I get back to The Epicenter, I thought, holding up a red thong, my face turning a matching hue. Setting the offensive undergarment aside, I found a matching strapless bra, a clue to the style of the dress I’d be wearing tonight. The dress. I hadn’t even bothered to look at the dress yet, knowing full well I was going to be uncomfortable in it no matter what it looked like.

I hadn’t worn a formal dress since Carol forced me to go to prom during my junior year of high school with Mark, a sweet but ultra-quirky boy in my neighborhood, whose mother happened to be a good friend of hers. Ever since donning the cotton candy pink, iron maiden-like dress that Carol had picked out for me that night, I vowed ‘never again’ and had stayed true to that vow ever since. Now, as I readied myself for my first bonafide ball, I couldn’t help but think of Carol looking down upon me from some heavenly shoe store, laughing her ass off.

Further inspection of the suitcase revealed even more feminine garments, including a teddy-like number consisting of hot pink chiffon. What does she have against sweatpants? I thought. And then the realization hit me, ‘Let go’. Kara knew about Ian’s and my sleeping arrangement as of late. Perhaps this was her way of ensuring that something less than platonic transpired between us, that we truly would ‘let go’ tonight. “Joke’s on you, Kara,” I said, looking down at my less-than-sexy tank top and shorts, “I came equipped with my own wardrobe.” Letting out a sigh, I settled on the red bra and “underwear”, swearing retribution against Kara. Unhooking the garment bag from where it remained hanging on a hook affixed just inside the foyer, I went into the bathroom to change.

A patch of deep red fabric, in the same shade as the undergarments I’d pulled from the suitcase, greeted me. Leave it to Kara to coordinate literally everything. I chuckled, removing the dress from the bag. It was strapless, just as I expected, and although I also fully expected to hate it, in reality, the dress I held in my hands was absolutely gorgeous. Light and airy, the duchess silk satin gown was as simple and as understatedly elegant as an expensive dress could get. No frills, no gimmicks, all me. Maybe Kara would be spared, after all.

Carefully, I slid my tank top over my perfectly coiffed head, taking care not to disturb Maurice’s creation. I then slid the gown on from the ground upwards, until the top of the dress was securely nestled around my bust, a downright perfect fit. My eyes traveled to the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back.

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