hatestolose:
@hatestocry asked : 📦 - for a letter or note that comes with a packaged gift send by my muse to your muse.
There was a knock at Bea’s door, but no person when she opened it, just a garment box with a card taped to it. In the box was a black dress with a corseted top, and sheer slitted skirt with attached black shorts spanx, for modesty’s sake. The card read as follows:
-B We’re going to a charity event in Brussels. I’ll pick you up at 5:37am. Bring all your favorite gear and at least one stole, better for hiding guns. Didn’t know what you had to wear, wanted you to feel dressed to kill. This time, they won’t know what hit them. -M
5:37 am was oddly specific, but Bea knew better than to question the other woman at this point. She couldn’t help the noise of excitement that escaped when she finally got the lid off the box. Trust Lina to have excellent taste. She fired off a simple thanks! see you tomorrow text before beginning to pack.
At the appointed early hour the next morning, she sat in the lobby of her building with her bags. It seemed that the cure for a week of poor sleep was the promise of an extra early start time for a new mission to get her mind off of her most recent mistake. Her inexperience could only serve as an excuse for so long. “I’ve never been to Brussels before,” she confessed once she was seated in Lina’s car.
