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Kara stood in the the closet that she'd been given, It was filled with everything the a woman could possibly want but all of it was so... well showy. Kara hated showing off, getting people's attention and now, even though she'd been demure, quiet always doing as she was told, look at what happened.
What had happened to Evan?
She'd been here for five days, not a single person really talking to her much but she was smart enough to realize that someone had stolen her. Now, out of the blue she'd received a written invitation to meet for breakfast and although, everything inside her to not show up, she did need to eat and what could it hurt meeting the person who'd taken her.
Grabbing a short black dress, straps on the top, exposing her shoulders and most of her back, she wondered how these things fit quite so well. It didn't matter, someone probably bought off the people who made her clothing. Looking at the shoe selection it was just about as outrageous.
When in Rome, right Kara. The words played through her head as she grabbed the ruby heels and slipped them on her feet heading out towards the balcony where she was supposed to be. As she stepped outside, her head cocked to the side, trying to figure out if she knew him. There was something familiar about his face, someone maybe she'd seen at her grandfather's home in St. Petersburg. Maybe.
Kara walked up, the short dress making her feel very exposed even though it was flowy one of the only things that weren't skin tight and she tugged at the hem, willing it to get longer but it didn't. Biting down on her lower lip, she took the empty seat next to him. Once more her bright blue eyes roamed over his face, the way his clothing was as perfectly fitted as her own and it finally clicked into place. He was someone her Grandfather was always fighting with. Shit. This isn't going to be good.
When he looked over at her, she straightened her spin and steeled herself. "I don't know what you think that you're doing but you know as well as I do that it's really in your best interest to let me go. Your home is beautful and thank you for the much needed vacation but I'm a dancer and I've got a show starting in two months. Besides, my family is going to kill you once they've found me and they will find me Misha will find me."
She crossed her arms over her chest and sat back in the chair, crossing her legs but realizing just how short her skirt was again and tugged at it once more. "Also, if I'm staying here, is there anyway to get clothing that doesn't look like it should be on porn star Barbie. I do like my skirts to come somewhere towards my knees."
