“UGH!” Victoria growled, frantically tearing through her
closet for a dress to wear to tonight’s gala, a date auction to help raise
money for the Injured Officers’ Fund for the Avondale police department. It was
one of many ideas Mike had to give back to those the city ignored and treated
as less than for injuries sustained while on the job. He’d witnessed it
firsthand with his own line-of-duty shooting and wanted to do something to help.
Mike landed on a bachelor auction thanks to Aria’s helpful suggestions and he’d
reeled in Victoria for help. With any luck, they were hoping to make it a
success. Maybe the red one, Derrick loves
red. No wait, maybe that’s bad, he said it makes him hungry. Or was that a
joke? “What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never had a problem picking an
outfit before! It’s just Derrick!”
The doorbell rang as she tried on the third dress of the
evening. “Come in,” she shouted. Derrick strolled in looking like sex on legs
and she immediately locked herself inside her room. “Shit! He looks really
good.” She growled in frustration looking down at her dress before rushing
again to the closet.
“Victoria?”
“I’m upstairs. I’ll be down in a minute. I just have to find…something,” she quickly shimmied out of the gown and tossed it to the floor with the others that came before. “Red it is,” she sighed and hurriedly pulled on a long, sleeveless, red silk gown with jeweled embellishing.
