Bitchy Maitrè D

Josie's POV

The house was still as dark and menacing as I remembered. A lot of cars were parked, not many. About a dozen or so. Vladimir was not hosting a party was he? Eh, that’s good news for me to be honest. Safety in numbers and all that. I was wearing a checkered shirt and jeans with my blue flats. But my hair was styled and I was wearing light makeup, that had to count for something right? Today of all days, I had to be underdressed to attend a party with people who were possibly the makers and shakers in our……. I smacked myself in the head viciously. The driver glanced at me sharply in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything, simply adjusting it unnecessarily. What the hell was wrong with me? I was here to secure my father’s release, not wine and dine his kidnapper. My phone chose this exact moment to ring and I answered the call without checking the caller's identity. I just needed to interact with another human and escape the weird mental space I was getting into.