Ivy resisted the urge to hunch her shoulders and slip out of sight.
"Here we go," London said under her breath as she adjusted the top of her strapless dress.
Yousef turned to go back into the cabin, then paused, glancing at those established women who had been quiet and kept to themselves. The Shrew Squad openly glared at the back of his head.
So he was the gatekeeper.
Good to know.
"Anya. Matilda. Come on," he said.
A blonde and a brunette with golden highlights in her hair got up. They both wore blue dresses, though the cut and style was different.
Blue was a preferred color.
Ivy had made sure to bring three with her, though she'd opted for a more comfortable black knit number for the plane ride. She had also gotten the feeling that Jabir liked blondes in general, which was one of the reasons she'd appealed to him.
She wrestled her mind back to the task she was trying to avoid.
Here went her first test.