Anika Justice...
Anika stared at herself hard in the mirror. All the changes she had made to ensnare Luca Fitzgerald were gone except for her hair, which was still very black, but she had curled it to make it wavy. Her eyes had lost most of its spark and looked lifeless. She had spent most of her time in the shower trying to scrub off Luca' scent from her body. Anika sighed at the sight of herself. She had done what was necessary to aid her brother. And now was the time to make him pay. She knew what she had to do.
The train of clothes she had bought for her disguise stared back at Anika as she opened the closet. Series of whites and blacks. She sighed at the sight of them and pushed them all out of the way and settled for more comfortable clothes. She couldn't even remember why she had ordered so many of them. She settled for a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top. She pulled a hoodie over her tank top in order to ward off the chilly night air.