InFAMOUS Second Son - Your Snowflake

Chapter 30

"Oh Isabella~" Delsin called out from the living room. "You almost ready?"

From the bedroom door Delsin could hear me snap back, "Hell no! There is no way I'm coming out!"

Behind him, Reggie sighed. "This is your master plan? Dressing her up and sending her off to some club?"

Delsin sent his brother a condescending look. "Weren't you the one who said I'd be too noticeable?"

"That doesn't mean that you can scar the poor girl by having Fetch dress her up."

"So what? They're girls. They like this kind of thing."

"I heard that!" I called out. "You said that I'd be looking for one of Augustine's spies, not forced to go to a night club dressed like this."

"Isabella," Reggie rubbed his temples. "We can't see you."

"And you're not gonna!"

"Bella," Delsin called out. "Either you and Fetch come out here or Reg and I will go in there ourselves."

A long silence followed before the bedroom door clicked open and Fetch stepped out. Reaching back behind the door, Fetch grabbed my arm and tugged me out. "C'mon, Frosty. Out."

The moment I was no longer behind the safety of the door, Delsin's eyes went wide. No longer wearing my usual apparel, my body was now clothed by a sexy yet tasteful ensemble. A white corset top and black leather jacket covered my upper body, while the lower was complemented with a short, matching black skirt and knee high black leather boots. My long, white hair was done in a fishbone braid while my light face had been left unaltered save for Fetch's minimal make-up and vibrant red lips. Although my arms were covered, Delsin could tell that underneath my jacket sleeve was the black, blast-shard leather cuff that he had given me. All in all, I looked stunningly perfect.

"Uh...O-Oh...." Even Reggie was slightly in awe at my appearance. "Wow...."

"Not too bad for a sentimental psychopath, eh D?" Fetch spoke up, obviously proud of her work. "Just be sure that Glasses doesn't see her. She'd probably kill 'em."

I shyly thanked Fetch before chancing a quick glance at Delsin. The expression on his face made my entire body go warm with an unknown emotion.

"No problem," Fetch gave my back a light, reassuring slap. "Now, why don't we leave Mr. Drools-a-lot here and head out? I've got some things to explain to you before you hit the club. Girl things. Catch up with you boys later!" Not a single person was able to protest before Fetch had already dragged me out of the apartment and down the street in the direction of the nightclub.