Part 3

Eight-thirty p.m.

I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my reflection and wondering if how I looked was okay enough for my meetup with Aaron Hart. I was in a black silk dress with a hollow chest that showed just a hint of my cleavage. It had slim hands and left my shoulders bare. The outfits hugged every curve I had from top to bottom. It doubled in size after I had Zion, and though I thought it would leave in due time, it hadn't. I wasn't complaining.

My ...