Chapter 2

“You’re um…”

Before I could finish my sentence, an older woman, very elegantly dressed in a dark trouser suit, chose that very moment to come striding into the entryway to interrupt my already scattered train of thought. “You must be Margo,” she said. “I’m Hilary Baxter, we spoke on the phone. I see you’ve already met Anise.”

“Anise…Dale?” I managed. God, my face must be three shades of crimson right now.

“Yep. So what do you think? Too dark, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“My prosthetic.” Anise grinned. “It’s a new fancy dress model. If I had socks on you shouldn’t be able to tell I wasn’t born with it. That’s what the company rep said anyway. I do some promotional work for them. I still think it’s too dark though.”

“Oh my God, it is you.” I covered my mouth as soon as I said it. Way to go all fangirl, Margo, jeez.“Miss Dale, I saw you at the Winter X-Games. On TV. I wasn’t actually there. I had to work, but…Oh my God, you were amazing.”