Bab 51: Hypocrite

Robin stands in front of her closet, meticulously selecting the perfect ensemble for the charity gala. She runs her fingers over a shimmering emerald gown, its intricate beading catching the light.

"This will do nicely," she murmurs, slipping out of her clothes and into the elegant dress. Standing in front of her bedroom mirror, she gently applies the final touches to her glamorous evening attire.

The dark gown clings elegantly to her slender frame, the design shimmering with every move she makes.

With a practiced hand, she smooths her perfectly coiffed chestnut curls and adds a pair of sparkling diamond earrings, completing the polished look.

Just as she's about to head out the door, Robin's phone chimes with an incoming email.

She pauses, her brow furrowing as she reads the message from her insider - they need to meet urgently.