Episode 12 of False Emerald

The entire day leading up to my date with Blanc turns into a fashion disaster. I try on every piece of clothing I own until my room looks like a textile tornado hit it. Finally, in full panic mode, I call Avril.

“Hey, chicka, what’s happening?”

“I have a date with Blanc tonight, and I have nothing to wear.”

“Went through your whole closet?”

“Yep.”

“Room a mess?”

“You know it.”

“Pick the sexiest thing you have.”

“What — Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Well, how revealing is it?”

“Not revealing, but it shows some skin… and it’s tight.”

“Good. Show off your muscle definition. You’ve worked hard on your body — show it.”

“Why is this so easy for you?”

“Because this isn’t a real date, Cillin.”

That knocks the wind right out of me. I slump backward into the pile of clothes on my bed.

“You’re right,” I sigh. “I have nothing to be nervous about. I’m going to get information out of him. This isn’t a date.”

“Exactly. Check in afterward. Stay safe, hon.” The line clicks dead, leaving me alone with my nerves buzzing like live wires.

I stand tall, rolling my shoulders back, and look for my favorite sexy outfit.