“Ready to go?" Warren asked me, poking his head into the bathroom.
I tightened the drawstrings of my hoodie, pulling it snug around my head.
“I'm ready. Don't you clean up nice?" I asked, turning to smirk at him.
Warren held his arms out and turned from side to side. “I suppose I don't look so bad."
“She doesn't stand a chance," I teased, sticking my tongue out.
It was the night of Warren's date with the fake Ciana, but I didn't want to sit around the house waiting for him to get back. I needed to see and hear what was going on first hand since I missed part of it last time.
While he spiffed up his hair and put on a nice outfit, I ruffled my hair into a mess and applied some disguise makeup.
I didn't want anyone to be able to recognize me, so I used some makeup to make my eyebr
