She might not enjoy the attention, but at least she dressed the part. Never in anything but black, she looks impeccable in a sleek dress that falls just below her knee. The only color on her pale white skin is a hint of blush on her cheekbones and pouty red lips. I nearly choked on my breath when I noticed she was wearing the same pearled stilettos as the night of Constantine’s little psycho soiree. I’ve been avoiding looking at her feet since.
