CHAPTER SEVEN
SCARLETT’S POV
“This is insane Scarlett,” Lydia chanted for probably the hundredth time, while still pacing in my room.
Ignored her, I instead choose to focus on my reflection on the dressing mirror. The champagne metallic V-cut short sleeve bodycon party dress brought out every curve on my body just as sexy as I wanted. The blonde wig resting on my head and the smoky eyes with nude lipstick were the perfect way to go about it.
“You are lucky he didn’t recognize you on Friday but I doubt you’d be lucky a second time,” she paused. Deep down, I knew she was probably right but I needed the money. Besides, someone needed to teach that douchebag there was more to women that just getting them on his bed. Also he needed to know that even conservative women can be sexy to
