Wiggling my clammy hands, I checked myself in the mirror for who knew how many times. I am wearing jeans, thick-soled thermal boots, and a gray, unassuming, plain tee underneath my black hooded fleece-lined jacket. If I zipped it all the way through, combined with my cap and dark sunglasses, I am completely incognito.
Just the way I liked it. I painstakingly planned the whole day with Creed last night. I wouldn't want the damn paparazzi to storm the place and ruin everything for us.
The only thing or, er, persons missing were Stefanie and my little Teapot, and then we're good to go. I needed to fetch them first, though, and tell them about my whole plan.
The idea of convincing them and being rejected sent me spiraling once more, and I exhaled slowly, my breath fogging the mirror, to cal
