dead girl walking

“It depends on what is trying to hold my attention.” Grant offered turning his full attention to the woman. “Do you think you have what it takes?” He challenged, curious how eager she was. “I’m curious how how you would plan on trying to keep my attention when there are so many other offerings.”

“I have to admit you are looking pretty good for a retiree. I suppose dancers usually retire earlier than others, like athletes.” He nodded his head, not afraid to admit how easily she did catch his attention. “You have a knack for getting attention, I won’t deny that, but can you keep it? That’s the real challenge in your line of work.”

~

“Yes, I do think I can.” Macy smiled coyly, leaning closer to him, just enough that her breasts barely brushed his arm. Letting the promise linger between them, she wound the end of a deep red curl between thin fingers, then bit down on her bottom lip - also red. “We might play a game - I’ve told you so much about me, I can try and guess things about you. Or maybe you’re the kind of man who wants to know exactly what he’s getting into, and you want me to describe all of the ways I can please you tonight.” Her voice grew softer, smile playing at the corners of her lips, “You could tell me why you haven’t been around nearly as much?”

“Pretty good?” Macy pulled back slightly, face in a mock look of offense, before she laughed it off. She knew she was stunning, her body nearly flawless - she crossed her legs towards him at that thought in an effort to hide the scar. “Earlier than I’d have liked, but I suppose there are worse places to end up.” She shrugged, if he asked she’d share some version of the truth, it wasn’t something she particularly liked to talk about. “I am very good at my job.” 

“You’re such a naughty girl for daddy aren’t you?” he asked as he couldn’t help but fantasize about the sight of her like that. Marking her and having his cum all over her in every single possible way. “You should know me better than that. I always make sure to take care of you don’t I? I’m selfish in many ways but i’m not selfish when it comes to sex. I make sure you scream every time we fuck” for him as much as he didn’t speak about it often pleasing his partner was one of the things that gave him pleasure as well. Which was why it wasn’t uncommon for him to tease or to use toys on someone.

“I’m a nice guy to the people that work here generally speaking. Until they do something wrong, then either i’m really mean or I have someone else take care of things” as her hand slid down his chest his cock throbbed against his pants as he felt her lightly trace his length. He was craving her touch that morning, craving her body on top of his and to feel her body completely bare against him. 

“Good girl” he said giving her another few words of approval and validation. “No, I don’t have a right to ask for any other things” he didn’t get jealous easily but it was something that occurred on very rare occasions. As she rocked against him harder he groaned lightly under his breath as he watched her pull off her top. His head nodded “Just like that—-just like that baby” he leaned in and let his lips move to her collar bone and trailed a line of kisses from there to her breast where he dragged his tongue against her nipple. “You have such nice tits princess”. 

~

“Isn’t that how you like me?” She fluttered her lashes sweetly, a look of near innocence that certainly did not belong on her face. “Only teasing, Daddy. You do always take care of me, more than that.” Macy felt a surge of pleasure at the thought, the memory of falling apart around him, and she wanted it again very badly. “Feel how wet I am at the thought of it, of all the things you’ve been teasing me with.” 

“I know,” she smiled again, feeling the way his cock responded to her light teasing. Macy adored these reactions, the rush she got from drawing them out from such a powerful man. “What would you ask for?” Part of her, the part that craved his attention and touch, would give him whatever he asked; the rest of her swelled with affection at the respect he clearly felt for her in not wanting to deny her this. “Like if I said you could, I’m curious?” 

Jackson groaned as she pulled off her top, Macy flushed with pleasure and her nipples grew hard with exposure to the air and desire. She leaned her head back slightly to allow him more access to her chest, her nails threading lightly through his hair. Her body responded to his every touch, goosebumps rising in the wake of his mouth; Macy gasped with want at the feeling of his tongue on her nipple. “Please, daddy - touch me more?” She rocked harder, craving friction, or rather him. “Will you fuck me on your desk? Or just keep teasing me until I completely fall apart?”

The escort was still getting to know to know the other, three months was a short time even if it something felt like ages at the club. Not in a bad way, but there was so much happening, so many encounters and experiences that it gave a different view of things. “I finally settled on this rose gold satin dress. Hopefully my date likes it as much as me,” she said with a little laugh. She had no doubts he would like it, that particular client was always showering her in compliments. “With the number of clients the club has, it’s impossible for all of them to have a date with one of us. Some brings people from the outside, but there’s good money to be made either way.” Because for Mila, that was what it was about, the money.

~

“Well, we already know he has excellent taste for choosing you, he’d be a fool not to love it. And besides, you’d look stunning in anything,” Macy smiled fondly, she really did like Mila, and wanted the other escort to like her. “I think I’ll wear red, that has always been my power color. I have this tulle dress, I might need to get it taken in though,” the redhead shrugged, that was a later her problem. 

“Yes, you’re right.” She ran a hand through her curls, “So even if I don’t find one I suppose I won’t be without company for long. Who do you have tonight?” 

There had been times in his life that he would over hear or hear through the grapevine someone calling him a pimp or something of that nature. The word held such negative connotations to him, every pimp he had ever met kept their girls like property and that wasn’t how Jackson would ever do things. He had witnessed that world as an outsider—-as a child who’s mother was affected by it. He saw the escorts here as women who empowered themselves through knowing they would never have to do something they didn’t want to, and if one of the security wasn’t there then Jackson himself would show up without a second of hesitation.

“The purpose is all of those things. Of course I like power—but I like power because it gives me the ability to take care of people that matter. It allows me to give jobs to people that the world has turned their back on. The aces didn’t start with wallstreet brokers—-or lawyers—-it started with kids that had nothing but the shirt on their back. Our founders were nobody—they were nothing—-I could say their names and no one in this building would even know who they were. And in 30 years no one here will remember my name either. Sanctum is an extension of what I do. The people that work here are part of a family and part of a place that will protect them”.

“You say that but you don’t know men like me Macy. Men that book you for a night they do it for a rush—to get that craving they’ve never had truly met. I’ve had all my cravings met—I’ve done all the filthy deeds that i’ve wanted. For me the joy is going until there’s no way to physically continue. And I assure you if i’m going to fuck the shit out of you for over an hour—-even if you were a dancer—-those feet of yours aren’t going to be so easy to walk on”.

~

Macy smiled softly, in the time she’d come to know Jackson, he was never exactly what she’d expected. The part of her she’d left back in New York, softer and with an almost childish arrogance, would never have expected this kind of attention from him after she’d lost her shine, her talent. But here she stood, scars only just covered with the tulle, and listened as he explained his goals, the raison d’être. And for a tiny moment, Macy felt at peace. 

“Do you not plan to still be around in 30 years?” She smirked, reaching up a small hand to loop around the back of his neck, twisting her fingers lightly in his hair. “You’re not that old, daddy, you have hardly any grey.” Macy teased playfully, pulling her hand back but still lingering close enough to touch. 

“But I do know you, at least a bit,” she bit down on her bottom lip coyly, Macy was almost begging now, and sometimes he liked that. But all this teasing, these words, Jackson had to know what they did to her. She squirmed slightly, desperate for touch even in the middle of the crowd. “Think we could get away for over an hour?” Macy pressed up on her toes, higher even than her heels to get closer to his ear, voice lowered. “Or do we just have time for you to make me scream and fill me up so I spend the rest of the night feeling your absence in my cunt?” 

“Macy. It’s cute.” It suited the woman, definitely. With her round face and big brown eyes, cute was, indeed, one of the more accurate ways to describe her.

“Champagne?” She looked interested, nodding softly. “Sophisticated. Am I supposed to seduce you politely then? Or do you not mind a few crude words spoke in your ear?” If Macy wanted some sort of delicate gentlewoman to pretend to whisk her away then Lalina could play that part well.

Her laugh was light as Macy called her beautiful, though her eyes were bright with true amusement. Mostly she seemed worried of messing up or otherwise creasing her make up. She didn’t wear it often; it felt heavy on her face.

“I’m an author. Usually, I’d have a model on the front, but you can’t do that for a biography.” She explained.

“Cute?” She raised an eyebrow slightly, cute wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear from a woman Macy hoped would fuck her, but maybe this was part of the game or at the very least meant as a complement. “And what may I call you?”

“You can seduce me however you like,” Macy flushed with pleasure and desire at the comment, she certainly wanted to be seduced, particularly by someone that beautiful and commanding. “I just like the way the bubbles feel on my tongue, all light an airy. They have my favorite year - we could get a bottle and...” she trailed off slightly, realizing the shoot might not be over, “Unless, of course, your photoshoot isn’t finished.” 

“When you are on your knees will you beg for daddy to cum on you? That’s what turns me on—-the idea of seeing this fucking beautiful ass face of yours covered in my cum just seems like it’ll be a fucking work of art” his hand reached up to her cheek and his thumb gently moved against her skin. “Yeah? You sure you can handle being used so roughly. You won’t feel bad doing it for free? Or are you going to start charging me for my time with you?” it wasn’t unheard of after all, there were some girls he saw professionally, just depended on the woman.

“You’re an amazing and strong woman—I don’t like feeling things like relationships and the needs that are beyond physical—–but I believe you’re a very strong woman because of what you’ve been through. You could have let that defeat you but you didn’t. That’s—impressive. Other women would have waddled in that moment—-they would have let it win and they would have just fell into a pit of despair and never allowed themselves to recover but you let yourself move forward. I just gave you the invitation, you made this a second change for yourself. You have nothing to owe me” and in his mind he had nothing to owe her either. “Anytime you feel like you need to prove yourself that way you’re welcome to come visit” he said with a small laugh.

“Don’t let them do all the things i do to you. Or at the very least don’t call them daddy—maybe i’m a little selfish but you calling someone that works for me daddy would just be disappointing” though he knew he couldn’t actually control that, nor did he have a good reason to ask her to. “Grind a little harder on daddy’s thick cock—and I never said you were distracting me. I woke up with a hard—-hard cock this morning. I was going to have one of the girls come take care of it anyway”. 

~

“On me, in me, as long as I get to be the one to make you come,” she squirmed slightly with desire, all his teasing words seemed to have the intended effect of turning her into that bratty little thing. “I can handle it!” She stuck her bottom lip out in a tiny mock pout, but then leaned into the affection on her face. “I’d only charge you for my time if you left me wanting,” it was just a slight challenge, but she knew Jackson was more than capable of satisfying her, so neither had to worry. 

“Stop being so nice to me, or people will think you’ve gone soft.” To emphasize this point, and distract him from the slight flush on her cheeks, Macy slid her hand down his chest and between her legs, lightly tracing the head of his very hard cock through his pants. It was nice to be complemented for something that wasn’t her beauty or her body, and she savored the moment before his next words caught her attention. Was that possessiveness? Or maybe just pride?

“Oh?” Macy raised an eyebrow in interest, her hands slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. “I won’t, promise. Anything else you want me to save just for you?” She smiled with pleasure that she wasn’t a bother, rather a welcome indulgence. Rocking her hips harder against him, the friction was a delightful tease on her clit, the redhead pulled her thin satin tank off and tossed it aside. She’d purposefully gone bra-less. “Like this, daddy?” 

He was thankful for how this was, because when he had saw her the few thoughts in his mind was how awkward it was going to be. How they were going to force themselves through awkward conversation about their past, and the crazy situation they found themselves in that moment. Instead they were able to both give into that deeper need they both had, and she was able to indulge his fantasies. Perhaps he shouldn’t think about the fact she was an escort, but it was hard not to at least mildly think about how fucking good she clearly was at her job”.

“You’re definitely sexier. These perfect tits of yours are so much better in reality, those lips are softer in reality, but the fantasy I had she was fucking filthy beyond words. Wanting my dick inside of her anytime she could get it” he explained. while one of his hands teased the entrance of her pussy the other moved to grip his cock and slowly stroke himself as he listened to her beg. His hand guided himself forward and he slowly let just the head of his cock to slip between her entrance and move up and down coating the head of himself with her wetness. “That’s daddy’s good girl” he said giving her approval before his hips pushed forward and he allowed his thickness to begin to stretch her tight walls to make room for him. 

~

“I can be filthy,” Macy preened under the attention, sliding a hand to her breast and twisting her nipple as his fingers teased incessantly. “Anytime, anywhere. You could fuck me against the stage between sets; or pull me onto your lap in some crowded both, push inside me and tell me to act normal while you fuck me under the table, and watch me fall apart and loose control. Would you like that daddy?” 

The words that’s daddy’s good girl, or maybe the way he said it, shot directly towards her cunt, already so charged with need. Macy let out a gasp of pleasure when he finally pushed inside her. All those hazy fantasies, from when she’d last seen him and lusted after him with the naïvety of a girl who had yet to learn what a truly talented lover could do to her body, vanished; replaced by the fullness of him inside her. Almost too much, and she knew she’d ache from his absence within her later on. Macy let out a sigh of pleasure then leaned forward to place her hands on the bed, arching her back in a way that was both pleasing to look at and also allowed for him to push even deeper.

“Fuck, Daddy, you’re huge, it feels fucking incredible, please - more?”

“You think Disney fairytales aren’t dark?” she questioned, “a parent or care-giver dies in literally every one.” Waverly felt like Disney stories were a lot darker than they appeared, that scene from the lion king was enough to give any kid nightmares, though usually they were actually too young to even understand how emotional it was. 

Waverly followed Macy up to her apartment. Waverly had never brought a client up here, she didn’t want to share her personal space, but she had shared that space with numerous staff members who wanted to relax just like she did. She smiled as they arrived at Macy’s place and saw the package waiting outside. Waverly followed her in and grabbed herself a seat, pushing off her shoes immediately. “Coffee would be a dream,” she grinned, Waverly basically ran on the stuff, as basic as that sounded. She watched as Macy casually littered the place with clothes, it was a perk of working in their industry, you were pretty comfortable with your body. She nodded as Macy came over to her, turning her back. Waverly untangled the strings and pulled it, letting the strings fall open, “all done,” she replied.

“Of course they are dark, just in a more like - sanitized way? The originals are much more gruesome.” Macy scrunched her face up for a moment at the thought, she did have a fondness for Disney - particularly Ariel, but she suspected that was largely due to the hair. 

“Of course! Do you take anything in it? Sorry - I couldn’t remember.” While the water came to a boil, Macy continued to wander about her room abandoning various articles of clothing in her quest to model the new set. She certainly wasn’t shy about her body, if she was she’d be in the wrong line of work. Besides, years spent in crammed dressing rooms with at least 12 other girls and three minutes to change costumes - one got rather used to it. When Waverly untangled her top, Macy let it fall to the floor and wandered back over to her bed, where she stepped into the red lace set. 

“What do you think?”

“Variety is all that makes things still exciting. I’ve had everything—at least everything I can think of. But women are still my drug, so i’ll never be able to quit even if I fulfill all my desires. I’ll always want more. Even if I fuck you—for example—-a dozen times. In my mind I’ll wonder if i could pull your hair harder. Or slap your ass harder—-Or wonder what you would look like on your knees begging” his words were flirtatious by nature of the words, but the way he was looking at her only added to it.

“I’m not so worried about what other people would think. I’m worried about you” he said honestly. “I don’t want a pretty thing like you thinking that this is more than it is—-because you are extremely sexy. You have a body that I will want to fuck over and over again but if you’re looking for some guy to write about in your diary i’m not it. I’m not going to buy flowers or think twice if it looks like you’re having a bad day. I respect you—-but I won’t lead you on—-you’re a toy in some ways to me. though I suppose that sounds harsh but I don’t mean it to be. Children have toys—-men have their cars—–I have women”.

“I don’t go on trips with women Macy. I did once—and that didn’t go well at all. It’s not fun being on a trip with me and then have me show up to the hotel with another woman. Trust me. You’re better off with one of my men—-Surely there’s at least one or two you want to fuck—-and I’m certain they’d quite desire you. I don’t think many men could deny you when you start showing your body”.

-

“I look incredible begging on my knees, I could remind you now if you’d like, although I am quite happy where I am,” she gave her hips the slightest shift, feeling how hard he was and longing for the bits of fabric between them to disappear. The specific examples he chose might not have been intentional, but they were exactly what she wanted, and Macy wasn’t sure how much longer she could ignore how wet she was. “I want you to pull my hair and smack my ass harder.” These words were almost a moan, but she stifled it at his next comment. 

“Don’t be,” she responded almost instantly, nearly cutting him off before she held her tongue and let him finish. “I mean, I appreciate the concern, really.” Macy glanced down and her hands again, twisting her grandmother’s ring before settling on the truth, arms looping themselves back around his neck. “I have only ever really cared about, really loved one thing - my career - and it always had an expiration date. So it came sooner than expected. I’ll get over it.” She shrugged half heartedly, still a bit in mourning for her loss. “Do I feel somewhat beholden to you for this opportunity? Yes - but I know it isn’t more than that. Nor do I have any desire for it to be.” She smiled softly, “I still feel new here, almost like an intruder or like I’m going to fuck everything up. At least I know for sure I can please you, forgive me for wanting a bit of reassurance that I can do this?” 

“Okay daddy,” Macy leaned in closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. “I’ll find someone suitable and let you know when I’d like to go?” The conversation had taken a rather serious turn and the redhead was eager to shift it back to a much more fun direction. “I’m sorry I distracted you with my wants so early in the morning, how can I make it up to you?” 

Alison had not been a member for long at Sanctum, but even if it was expensive, it was well worth her parent’s money. She was a student going to school, but her allowance more than covered the bill, and her parents never asked her about her spending. She grinned as she looked to the couple the Macy was looking at. She would never have noticed it had the Macy not pointed it out, but it seemed there was definitely some truth to it. The man was utterly transfixed, and she wondered if the woman noticed it. “Seems like you’re just scrounging for a free drink. I’m not sure you can call it a bet if there’s no gambling involved.” Alison quipped happily as she took another shot. “If you wanted a drink all you had to do was ask.”

~

“I’m afraid I am not very good at any other kind of gambling,” Macy laughed softly, but angled her body to face the woman beside her. “Reading people, yes I am very good at that. But cards? Not so much. So I do what I can. We could make another bet if you like?” There was something about the party, about masks and make up and lights, that made Macy just a bit bolder. She traced a finger around the rim of her glass, swiping lightly at the barest hint of her red lipstick. The girl took a shot easily, and Macy decided right then that she liked her. 

“Well if you’re offering...” Macy smiled sweetly, “What are we drinking?”

“I don’t do nice, darling - I was taught the best way to get it is to command.” She smirked in return, finding the woman beautiful. Long red hair and pretty plump lips. She tipped her head, looking over the woman with obvious consideration.

“A white wine, please - whatever from the top shelf. It all tastes the same by now.” She was something of a functioning alcoholic - when it came to work at least. She was slowly running out of stories she had written down during her time with Simone and the stress her publicist was causing her was enough to put a dampner on anyone’s will to find a new sub and make new stories.

“You can.” She allowed, a purr of ‘good girl’ almost slipping from her lips in response to her asking for permission, however teasing it was meant to be. “What do you want to know?”

~

Macy flushed slightly, feeling a jolt of something shoot down her spine at the woman’s words. And then her eyes, sweeping up and down Macy’s body - this was likely one of the few moments where the client was wearing less than she was, which wasn’t saying very much. The redhead knew how to dress to accentuate her body, she’d spent most of her life on display in one way or another, although ballet did leave her with a love for floaty, sheer fabrics. 

“I can’t imagine who would possibly say no to you, I’m Macy,” she stepped closer to the woman, then turned to get the attention of the bartender, who listened to the client’s request, but then looked at Macy for some sort of direction. “I’m drinking champagne, if you’d like to join me?” 

“Thank you,” she lowered her eyes slightly, then looked back up. Asking for permission, even if it wasn’t entirely serious, seemed to please her. Macy would make a point to remember this. “Do these photos have another goal, other than capturing your beauty?” 

・。・゜★

                    “thanks, i do have a REPUTATION to keep after all,” she teased knowing full well her notoriety was probably anything but  c r u e l  for the most part. eloise chuckled, brows furrowed as she shook her head. “you can’t lie to me like that, especially when I mainly read memes.” teeth bit on plump bottom lip to hide her continuous grin. “— distractions … you mean like me ?? i’d like to think i’m a good one.” she coyly added, simply letting her over think for a brief moment before answering.

                    “the wizard of oz i know — or well i saw the movie. i always wanted to be dorothy because i loved her shoes.” she admitted, hand running through long dark blonde hair as she pushed it away from her features, letting the sun strike her all the more. “the others, to be honest, i don’t know. do you have them here ?? i’d love to borrow one. perhaps broaden my horizons a bit more, at least when it comes to the IMAGINATION.”

“Cross my heart!” Macy teased back lightly, placing one hand over her heart and raising the other as if swearing in court. “Memes are an important form of communication and expression, and sometimes we just need a laugh.” The redhead smiled fondly, then raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “The best kind.” 

“I love her shoes too, did you know in the book they are actually silver? But since it was one of the first movies in color they made them red so they’d pop more on screen. I’ve always liked red better.” She played lightly with the ends of her hair, a deep red. “Of course! I am always happy to lend out books, as long as I get them back.” 

Grant chuckled with a nod as he realized the girl beside him worked here as well. It really did seem like the club could do no wrong, and he was happy for even more proof of that. “Has she been?” He said with a chuckle as he looked at the girl in question. “I doubt many of us notice a detail like that. We are much too easily distracted.” He turned his attention back to the girl as she introduced herself. “Grant. I’ve been a member for almost two years now, but I’ve not been here as often as I would have liked. I’m looking to remedy that now that I have more time to enjoy the benefits of the club.”

Grant had to admit he was even more impressed with her credentials as a dancer. “Here I was thinking they hired any girl to shake a leg, but an actual ballet dancer? I can only imagine that must turn many heads in your direction.”

-

“Are you easily distracted?” Macy hummed lightly, an errant hand running through her deep red curls. It was partially a tease, a way to see if she could hold his attention and to know exactly what kind of client he was. “Hi Grant. It seems I am the new one in that case, and you have nearly two years of lost time to make up for.” 

“Oh, I’m retired. I might be the youngest retiree in all of Vegas.” The escort laughed, she hadn’t spent time in the other casinos, but knew the wide variety of people who frequented them. “I am an escort, I think the tiny old Russian lady who was my first ballet teacher would somehow sense it if I used my talent and grace for anything other that, and these are her words not mine, ‘the highest arts’ and come haunt me. But don’t worry, I find plenty of ways to turn heads.” Her smile was almost wicked. “I caught your attention, didn’t I? And that was before you knew I could offer scathing critiques of technique and musicality.”

Waverly enjoyed having the attention on herself most of the time, however with photography it was different. It was her chance to turn the attention on someone else, to focus her gaze on them and them alone. It was a complete uturn on her normal life, and that was one of the reasons she loved it so much. As a performer and an escort she was the attraction, as a photographer, she was merely the background.

“Oh, someone’s not feeling very chipper today,” she mused, laughing lightly as Macy’s rather pessimistic opinion of people. She nodded at the mention of details, normal was boring at this point, only the best and worst were worth discussing. She beamed as Macy informed her about her parcel arriving, “yes, lets!” she said, jumping up.

“Let me have my little melodramas, these fairy tales are a lot darker than what Disney would have you believe.” Macy teased lightly. She wasn’t actually sure where this bout of melancholy came from, but sometimes a nice self-indulgent sulk was needed. And it was better that it was with Waverly and not a client. 

She lead the brunette through the hallways of the club and up to the levels where employees lived, their own little pocket world within the walls. Clients did not, could not come up here unescorted, and they certainly weren’t supposed to. Macy had never considered breaking that rule, not out of fear for getting caught, but rather she liked to have a space that was only hers, and not for work. The packaged was leaned against the door and she scooped it up then walked into her room. Waverly, she assumed, would make herself comfortable, she always had in the past. 

“Want some coffee or a diet coke or something?” Macy absently turned on the kettle for coffee, losing pieces of her outfit as she looked around for something while undressing - hat left on the counter, shoes abandoned by the bed, the thin top she’d worn as a cover up draped over a chair. Her space wasn’t messy, and she would pick everything up later, right now she was focused on the goal at hand. Finally she found the scissors and tore into the packaging, revealing a luxurious corset in a deep red and the matching panties. 

“Will you help me?” Macy turned to look at Waverly, gathering her curls in one hand to clear her back. “I think I somehow double knotted my top.” 

Mila remembered what it was like to be new, how afraid she had been. She assumed most did not have the same experience as her, were not coming here because they were running for their lives but for the pleasure and money that came with working at Sanctum. “Then he’s in good hands,” the brunette said as she flashed a smile. 

New and exciting, that was exactly what Sanctum was to most, even still to her, if it wasn’t the clients, it was Mila trying to bring new things to the bedroom. “There’s a big event in a few days, if he’s satisfied, he might request you for that night. The payout is huge.”

-

Perhaps it was an air of tragedy about her, or maybe people knew all about the wreak and her inevitable fall from grace - sometimes she feared the warmth and welcoming she received was merely out of pity. But Macy didn’t want to think that way about those who’d been kind to her, it would only come back to bite her. 

“Thank you,” she smiled softly, “oh! Yes - I still haven’t decided what I want to wear. What are you wearing? And wouldn’t most people already have a date by now?”