I clenched my fists in anger at Amanda's reaction, but I held my tongue. If we actually did manage to get the necklace back, she might have the chance to see firsthand why someone would want to get rid of it. But, for the moment, I was marching toward my room, preparing to dress like a slut to interrogate police officers.

I had never been a fan of revealing clothing - after what I had been through, the last thing I wanted was the eyes of lustful men to be on me - but I did have a few dresses that would fit the bill, most of them never worn before. When I arrived in my room, I tore through my closet until I found one of them, a black dress with a low neck and opened slits at the waist, revealing my legs. Just the thought of wearing it made me blush. But I had no choice. So, hating my life, I put on the dress and chose a pair of high heeled sandals to go with it.

By the time I had done my makeup and tidied up my outfit, I only had a couple of minutes to make it to the front door. I picked up my sandals and dashed through the hallways in an undignified manner. By the time I arrived, I was probably going to be late anyway.