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“That’s completely inappropriate. Get changed,” I snap, shaking my head and dragging my eyes off of Connie. “You are not going in there to impress those two arseholes.”You shouldn’t be fucking going in there at all,I seethe, internally.
Connie frowns, her cherry red lips pursing as she glares at me. “You need time, and if looking like this helps to keep the King and his son’s attention, then I don’t see what the problem is I’ve been told before that beauty has no value in the real world. Perhaps tonight my beauty will come in useful, that and my exceptional skills at making small talk interesting,” she adds with a raised eyebrow, reminding me of what I’d said to her once all those months ago.
I’m very aware that everyone’s eyes are on us both, but I don’t really give a shit. I’m seething. I don’t want her putting herself on a display like this to prove a point.
“Whoever told you that is a fool, beauty is as much a weapon as intelligence. You just have to know how to use it to your advantage,” Ma Silva announces. When her gaze meets Connie we all notice the pride in her eyes.
I know what’s happening here, I’m not a complete fucking moron. Connie is reclaiming her sexuality, her confidence, after Abel stole it from her that night. She’s already stepped towards that by sleeping with me, but this isn’t just about us. This is something altogether different, it’s a point she’s making to herself. She’s not hiding away under layers of baggy clothing. She’s facing our enemies in a sexy dress and bright cherry lips. It’s a “fuck you” to Abel, and a “fuck you” to the King if I ever I saw one. Still, now is not the fucking time.
“I think you look stunning,” Kate, Asia’s friend and the other female in their little crew, says.
“Thank you. I appreciate it,” Connie responds, her cheeks flushing with warmth.
“Well, if we’ve all finished fawning over Connie, I suggest we get going. It’s going to take a lot more than beauty to pull this off tonight. Try weeks of surveillance and planning,” I growl storming out of the room. Behind me the gang follows, muttering under their breaths.
