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but black is possibly the worst color for you in the spectrum.”
    Summer looked down at her black dress.
    “Precisely my point.” Vi waved the card. “Don’t worry. I’ll find the perfect mask for you.”
    “We’ll coordinate,” Rosalind said, holding up her card, “because I’m picking out her dress, of course. I’m thinking a mermaid green, something magical.”
    “Green?” Summer swallowed. “Are you sure?”
    “You’ll feel like a princess.” Rosalind smiled. “Trust me.”
    Jacqueline read hers out loud. “Tickets to the annual Midnight Masquerade Ball?”
    Summer bit her lip. “Is that doable?”
    “Of course.” All business, the Countess of Amberlin tucked the card into her purse. “The chairman and I go back ages. I don’t see it being a problem.”
    “Transportation?” Bea looked up from her card. “That’s it?
    “I wondered if I could borrow your car and driver.”
    “Arriving in style is important. I’ll make arrangements.” Bea pulled out her phone and tapped into it.
    “Wedding photos?” Titania held up her card. “You aren’t even dating anyone.”
    She shrugged. “I’m planning ahead.”
    Her youngest sister shook her head. “You’re crazy, if you ask me.”
    “Well, I need shoes, if you’d prefer going shopping with me.”
    “Bloody hell, no.” Titania recoiled. “How many drinks have you had?”
    She glanced at Viola, and they started to laugh. To pull this off, she had a feeling she was going to need one or two more in the process.

Chapter Five
    The last thing Jon expected when he opened his office door was to have fifty-kilos of leather-clad woman hurled at him.
    He stood stock-still, hands out to his sides, as Trudy clung to him. At least he assumed it was Trudy. Same inky hair, layered with deep purple. Same rail-thin body. Same oddly sweet scent that didn’t correspond to her sharp image.
    He cleared his throat. “Haven’t you had your medication yet today?”
    “Normally I’d tell you to bugger off, but I’m too happy with you.” Sniffing, she let him go and ran a finger under the black makeup lining her eyes.
    He closed the door behind him. “Forgive me if I’m suspicious, but you haven’t spoken to me in the two weeks since I told you we were retiring and closing shop.”
    She looked at him through thickly mascaraed lashes. “Let me blow your mind and tell you I’m sorry about my poor attitude. I shouldn’t have doubted that you’d come to your senses.”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said as he headed directly for the safe in his office.
    Trudy followed him, her stiletto boots clacking behind him. He had no idea how she walked so quickly in those things. “The case file you asked me to pull together. The printed file is on your desk, but I also uploaded it so you can access it through your phone.”
    “Thank you.” He dialed the elaborate combination for the safe, aware of his office manager’s eyes on him. Trudy had been with him since he’d opened his headquarters in London eight years before. She was the only person who knew the scope of his work. He trusted her with his life—literally.
    He looked through the IDs he had in the safe and selected Jon Lincoln , American. As he replaced the ID in his wallet as well as the bankcards, Trudy said, “I can’t tell you how happy you made me.”
    He secured the safe and turned around, putting the billfold in his back pocket. “I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    She leaned against his desk, her scrawny arse perched on the end. “The fact that we’re not retiring anymore.”
    “What gave you that idea?” He frowned. “We’re still retiring.”
    He regretted the words as soon as they left his tongue. Trudy’s face fell, her elated joy melting into crushing disappointment. Crossing her arms, she said, “But I thought you came to your senses and realized how stupid it was to retire.”
    “This lifestyle isn’t sustainable, Trudy.”
    “But