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DAHLIA Two days later, Kane sent me an invitation to a party. Not just any party. A members-only party. To say I wish I could high-five myself would be an understatement. I knew that patience would eventually get me here. To Ravenswood Hill. The Armstrongs are hosting this event in their extravagant mansion. The security is tight around the gated community, and my invitation had to be scanned by some special infrared machine, and I was thoroughly searched for weapons. Even though the invitation said to dress formal and wear the Vencor mask, I had to remove it for security reasons and then put it back on. As for the formal part, I had to wear the dress I found in a box that came with the invitation. The dress is pure sin, a deep, dark red that clings to every curve like blood-soaked silk. A slit slices up my leg, stopping just above my left knee, teasing with every step I take. The luxurious fabric hugs my waist, the neckline plunging just enough to toe the line between elegance and dan