A moment later, the living room door swung open. Aliana's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open as her head snapped off her husband's shoulder to take in her friend's appearance.
"J-Jade?" Aliana squeaked out, her brain flatlining. "What in the actual..."
"Holy mother of God!" Nigel gasped after her, clutching his chest as if his soul were leaving his body.
Shock didn't even begin to describe what they were seeing. It wasn't just the fact that a familiar, red-haired woman had walked in.
It was the fact that Jade, a woman who usually refused to leave her mansion in anything less than haute couture, was currently standing in the center of the room wearing a pleated plaid skirt, knee-high socks, and a tiny schoolgirl cardigan.
Even Gavriel, a man who was never rattled by anything unless it pertained to his wife, subtly raised his brows at her ridiculous attire.
