Chapter 20: The Italian Job

'Wearing red is like wearing a target on my back', I said as I examined my reflection after I've donned the dress on.

The dress itself was a beautiful piece, but I couldn't shake the feeling like I could be spotted easily wearing this. The last thing I needed was to have a target on my back, but it's not like I didn't have one to begin with. The idea of my mother watching the news and seeing that I was wearing one of her signature pieces and feeling proud made me want to go along with it.

'Better to impress while you're alive than die in rags', Sabrina said as she reapplied her make-up. 'I'll find you when I have more information to share.'

'Look at us. If we didn't know any better, I might say we've actually become friends', I told her as I admired the Vera Wang black, turtleneck dress she had on. She looked like she was ready for a movie premiere and she was the starring lady.