Chapter 43

I had on an all-white fitted Vera Wang pants suit. It was custom fitted and hugged everything. Underneath I wore a black lace push up bra and that thing had my breasts on tens. My breasts and stomach were visible, but I still looked professional… yet sexy.

I had on open toed black Gucci heels. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. It was getting time for a touch up, but with oil sheen and ceramic flat iron I was still doing it.

I’d debated bangs but decided to go without.

It took me four hours to get ready.

I wore dark eye liner and fake lashes. I highlighted my cheeks with my foundation and blush. I was doing a natural look but still a bitch had to smoke her eyes out for the Gods. The dark makeup made my skin glow and my eyes pop.

Let me tell you something. When you forget something, you forget. And when you remember something, it’s the memories that can be painful.

I was looking at myself in the mirror I had on silver earrings which hung like chandeliers. Vicky came into the room. She’d been angry because she wanted to go, but I said it was way too dangerous. And that made her really wanna go. She had not been part of my preparations because she called herself being mad. I was standing in the mirror when she came in.

“Sexy,” she smiled.

I didn’t turn around to look as she walked up behind me in the mirror. I had to be sexy; this was a major part of my plan. I was already in good with Spin; at least I hoped I was. All I needed now was his nose wide enough. I had no idea how I’d ask or approach the situation, but I’d find a way when the time was right.

“Missing one thing,” Vicky said reaching around me in a backwards hug.

She was putting a necklace around my neck. I was smiling until I looked down and saw the platinum heart. My heart stopped as my smile dropped and then faded. I felt a sting, and I forced myself not to cry. Hell, I willed myself. I’ll be damned if I fucked up the makeup that took me an hour to apply.

I hadn’t seen the necklace since Juvenile hall over four years ago and while I was trying to ignore my hurt I’d slipped it outside my mind.

It was clasped around my neck, and I felt the weight. I took a deep breath. It would keep me focused on my goal. I looked up at Vicky and smiled.

My phone rang. It was King and time to go.