"Why is your name Avalon Scott on this drivers license?"
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Avalon Scott had been on the run from her ex fiancé for nearly a year when she landed a job as a bodyguard for one of the richest men in New York. Instead she's hired to be an undercover b...
"She specifically chose the dress for me?" I stand in front of the mirror, staring myself up and down. If I'm being honest, I can barely breathe. Becca sent a makeup and hairstylist an hour ago and they outdid themselves. They're overthinking the idea of us just going to dinner.
They put natural makeup on me and styled my hair in big curls that make me feel like a movie star. They put on a matching golden earring and necklace set with a chain wristlet. They insisted I take off my pink bracelet which I tried my best to politely decline.
As for the dress itself, it's a short white dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and what I can only think to call are silk ruffles? It has a v-neck neckline that tightly presses against my chest. One wrong move and I might accidentally flash somebody.
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At first, I was skeptical about it but now that it's on me, it compliments my skin tone and my figure. I only wish I would've worn it for something fancier than a dinner.
"Miss Rebecca is also wearing a white dress. I'm guessing she wanted you two to match." The stylist shyly says.
I nod, stepping away from the mirror and grabbing my clutch, "Do you know if Zayn is done? We have to go in ten minutes."
She nods, "He's waiting for you in the living room."
"Great, thank you so much-" Shit. I didn't catch her name. Did she even say her name? Fuck. "-I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name earlier."
"Evie."
I smile, "Thank you so much, Evie."
She walks out of my room, leaving me alone to fully admire myself. I stare at myself from every angle possible, twisting and turning in front of the mirror.
"I look hot," I whisper to myself.
I go into my drawers, digging my hand around my shirt's drawer. I pull out my small pistol, staring at it like it's a foreign object. "Never say never," I tell myself, hiding the pistol inside my clutch.
I apply one last layer of lipstick and spray a few pumps of my vanilla perfume on me. I then slowly walk over to the living room since these heels are pretty high. The place was swarming with people that were sent to style us and now it's empty.
Zayn is sitting in the middle of the couch, focused on his phone as he sits leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "Ready?"
His eyes dart up from his phone and land on my face. "Woah."
"Yeah yeah, I look different. We have to go right now, we're kind of late." I start walking towards the front door, double-checking I have everything in my bag. He finally gets up and that's when I get a look at his outfit.
A black tuxedo with a red rose sticking out of the pocket. Simple but the red rose adds a pop of color.
He's the last to leave the place so he double-checks the doors are locked and that the lights are shut off. "Did you sneak one in your pants?" I whisper to him
