In the other escort car, Red drove, his eyes fixed on the vehicle ahead.
"Say…" From the front passenger seat beside him, Rum—the most talkative among them—tilted his head. "...did she clone herself?"
Everyone in the back—Gin, Vodka, and Tank—looked at the front passenger in confusion. But then again, the trio exchanged glances as they recalled Ashley's look for tonight.
The Madam of Dominion was childish, and it showed in the way she dressed, the way she smiled, and the way she childishly harassed them. Childish and unhinged was not the best combination; hence, their constant displeasure and stress whenever she was around.
Avoiding her had been their daily goal lately because of that.
But tonight, she didn't just look different.
The air around her was different as well; even her strides appeared mature.
