–Sophia–
Stay home? Nope. Not me. Livana had given me strict orders—glam Jane up, haul her out with us, and make sure Chef Wally didn't get lonely on the dance floor. Honestly, I was itching for some action.
Jane's room sat just a few doors down from Livana's suite, with Logan brooding across the hall like some guard dog. I strutted inside, holding up a glittering mini dress like a trophy.
Jane froze mid-fold, her hands on neatly stacked clothes. Her gaze shifted to the dress, lingered, then her eyes—cold, cutting—landed on me.
"No," she said flatly.
I twirled the dress like it was spun gold. "Come on! Livana is tossing everyone out so she can snuggle with Damon. We're on borrowed time here."
Her lips tightened. "Then something decent."
I tilted my head, teasing. "Wait… have you ever been clubbing?"
Her tone sharpened. "Of course. Jeans. Leather jacket. For undercover."
I laughed, loud and shameless. "Wow. Worst cover ever. You'd stick out like a narc."
