She fixed the stray hair on her cheeks, trying to curl it.
She smiled satisfied as it bounces against her cheek.
Her dress was dark navy, long, with a slit that showed more leg than she was used to. The stilettos felt unfamiliar, forcing her posture straighter than normal. The white fur jacket, something she would never have picked for herself, looked good against the satin anyway. The jewelry at her neck and ears caught the light when she moved.
She met Malcolm's eyes through the mirror.
He looked good in the shirt, sleeves down now, cufflinks almost in place. The tuxedo jacket waited on the chair behind him.
"I'll check on Marybeth," she said.
He nodded.
Iyisha stepped into the hallway. Her eyes darted to the room 2 doors away. Lauren and Waldo have stayed inside their room as if scared of the Route. She sighed and pivoted to Marybeth's and knocked. The door opened quickly.
Marybeth smiled, then stopped.
