Tamsin stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fidgeting with the red wig she wore. This had been a bad idea, she decided.
"Tam, are you nearly ready? We're going to be late." Carson's voice reached her through the door.
No backing out now. Treat it like a mission, she told herself. She turned around, the door opening as she approached it.
Carson's mouth dropped open as he took in the boots, the wig and the made-to-measure black catsuit.
"It's too much, isn't it? I'll change," she frowned.
"You're perfect as you are," he replied, grinning. "From Russia with love."