A sleek black satain half mask, studded violet rhinstones.

Kendrick carefully removes the delicate black satin half-mask from its protective box, fingers brushing over the velvet-lined interior. It’s studded with tiny violet rhinestones—subtle enough not to scream costume, but enough to catch the light with every turn of her head.

She lifts it to her face, adjusts the band at the back of her head, and smiles at her reflection.

“Perfect,” she purrs. “Mysterious, fabulous, and still lets me flirt.”

The mask hugs the bridge of her nose, shaping her face with elegant curves. Her green eyes seem to pop beneath it—dangerous and dazzling all at once.

“McKenna’s not ready for this.”

She strikes a pose, one hand on her hip, then spins toward the closet.

Time for the rest of the look.