Prologue
She didn't feel like wearing a garter tonight. Her gold beaded dress, cascading in waves of crystalline fringe, covered the intersection between her sheer stocking bare thighs.
She slipped her right foot into one of her two-tone Mary Janes, her left foot into the other. The thin black straps went across her ankles, the silver buckles tightened with a pinch.
From the munitions strewn across her vanity, she carefully selected her weapons and placed them in a gold mesh evening bag: chocolate brown kiss-proof lipstick, gold powdered compact, tortoiseshell comb, ivory cigarette case.
She stared into the mirror. Everything was perfection onyx smouldering eyes, cheekbones rouged and accented, lips outlined and plumbed. Tonight, even her skin shimmered with something, magical.
As she dabbed a final drop of perfume into the crease where the shiny bob skimmed her neck, she decided the garter would be necessary after all. Of course it would/
And then, before snapping her bag closed, she added the small black handgun.
Now she was ready…
Yeah I know it's been a while since I've updated my stories but I have finished writing a few chapters for Queen of England. However I just love this book I just had to switch the characters with total drama.
Hope you like it
-Slasher out!