Lance vaguely feels something’s not right; he finds it odd that Andrea is being so timid. He suddenly pulls her face up from his arms and is shocked to see Janetta. He feels his eyes narrowing and the passion and tenderness evaporate in an instant. When Janetta meets his gaze, she sees an angry and horrible look.
“It’s you!” he hisses.
“Ye...yes, Mr. Hamilton,” she stammers.
For a brief moment Lance wonders if he’s drunk. He closes his eyes and rubs his temples before looking at the woman in his arms. When he opens his eyes, it’s still Janetta, wearing Andrea’s dress and jewelry.
“What the hell are you doing in Andrea’s dressing room?” Lance’s voice is as cold and dark as if it’s coming from the depths of the ocean.
“I’m... er... changing clothes...” Janetta says, stumbling backwards
