“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, running a hand over his mouth. “You look—” “Like citrus,” Ines said. “The only thing missing is the lime.” I lifted my skirt just enough to show off my strappy heels encrusted with light green rhinestones. Peridot, Wren had called them. “Nope, I’m fully committed to the bit.” “No scurvy here,” Ines said. “Because of the Vitamin C. From the fruit.”
