2.5) @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 4 Here Comes Trouble Whitney and Hope showed up at my apartment early Friday evening. We ordered pizza and drank hard lemonade that I’d purchased with my fake ID. Standard issue perk. It was great to have my girls with me, but as we pulled up to the palace, I suddenly wished I was going in alone. What if Gavin did ask one of them to accompany him upstairs? My jaw clenched. I relaxed into a smile as we entered the palace. The lighting inside was dim, cozy, romantic—perfect for making out. I hadn’t come armed tonight. No knives or mace. Tonight, I was after something else entirely. I’d worn one of my favorite black sleeveless dresses. It had ruffles around the trim of the straps and bodice, which added a visual boost around my chest. A purple plaid pattern filled in the front from just below the bust line, ending at my thighs in a layer of black lace. I’d gone without stockings. Tonight I was all smooth, white skin beneath the hem of my dress.
