“Are you sure I should show so… much?”
Her eyes met mine in my bathroom mirror.
“This is your dating phase.Remind him why he chose you.”
She lifted both brows.“Stand.”
I did, and Vera moved behind me, sweeping my curls aside.The kiss of cold air on my naked shoulders made me shiver.
Blue silk slid across my throat, and I touched it.“Vera—”
Her sharp gaze cut me off before the rest of the words left my mouth.
“Do you trust me?”
I stifled a snort.
Her scowl deepened.
“Fine.You have no reason to trust me.”
She exhaled a breath.
“I don’t think you understand how this works.Stylists who get girls at the bottom get cut.”
Her hand rested on her hip.
“When they paired me with you, I knew.”She bit her lip.“I knew they were trying to get rid of me.”
Her brows pinched, and I turned around to face her.
“When the Cannon baby was born—”
She waved a hand in front of her face.
“Maryn, I’m lucky to be alive.”
I reached for her, wrapping my arms around her.
She was a woman surviving on borrowed time.Not someone with a plan.Just someone who knew exactly how disposable they were.
I released her and she searched my face.
“Look.I don’t want to scare you, but girls from the Middle don’t make it this far in the trials.”
I squeezed her hand.“I know.”
Her eyes widened.
“Do you also know girls don’t usually go home at this stage?”
I stilled, goosebumps rising along the nape of my neck.
She released my hand, backing up.“I’m sorry.That’s not true.I was just trying to scare you.”
I stood, my hands finding each other behind my back and lacing together.“I have to go down.”
Vera turned, picking up bottles and tubes, organizing my vanity.“Good luck."