Diana Holland is a Craver. A vampire. She is also a Detector. A vampire slayer, truth seeker and hunter. When the vampire world as she knows slowly turns upside down with mysterious Craver deaths, she is shipped to New York to find the murderer. In...
"So you say yes?" Matt said hopefully behind the phone. "It's just a dinner. I swear, Selma is the best restaurant you will ever visit."
I sighed, "Is there any other way to say no?"
Matt grunted. "Come on, do it for the team."
I toyed with the tv remote, channeling through reruns of old shows. A dinner wouldn't be so bad. "Okay, okay. Is it like a five star diner? I want to know if I need to dress up."
"Oh," he scoffed. "You definitely want to dress up."
I bid him goodbye. "Well, I'll try to dress up then. Take care."
I opened my suitcase, looking for a casual, yet fitted dress. But I haven't planned on going to dinners with boys to bring dresses from France. I sighed. Could black jeans and a simple top do?
I checked my phone. I had like five hours to get ready. And my credit card was begging to splurge. I could go to Barney's, which was reasonably close, they probably had cocktail-like dresses.I groaned, I didn't want to shop. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but I felt more like putting my head underneath my sheets right now. I was that lazy.
But being the daughter of the famous French supermodel, Astrid Chantal, I had to represent her well. So I picked up my wallet and headed out.
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The dress looked even better than it did in the fitting room. I stared at myself, grinning. The black fitted dress hugged all the curves on my body. The dress was made up black lace, ending mid-thigh, showing off my long legs. I started to curl my hair in waves, dark brown tresses fell softly on my shoulders. I applied a swap of a peachy lip gloss, and golden bronzer before doing a soft smoky eye.
My phone started ringing.
It was Matt. "Hello?"
"You ready?"
"Yep. Pick me up whenever." I told him.
"Great. We'll be there in five."
I strapped on my heels. Put on my black trench coat. Walked through few pumps of fragrance... And trotted outside to wait for Matt to show up.
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