Dressed for Scandal

VIVIENNE

Today, I needed to be seen. I chose the pepper-red dress, long and flowing and completely wrong for a research laboratory, the kind of dress that announced itself the moment it entered a room. Heavy makeup. Red lips. My hair down. I looked like a woman who had decided that today was going to mean something.

Almost two hours later, Preston called.

"She just walked in," he said.

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