PLAYING THE PART

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone.

No!

Female assassins wore leather skin tight trousers and matching tops with combat boots. They had a tough demeanor and screamed hell. At least that's what my wardrobe at my weapons place showcased, so when my guardian gave me the contact of a certain man called Ben, he told me to look every inch like the assassin I was.

As I stood at the entrance to his block of flats waiting for him to buzz me up, I looked down at the leather get up I had on and shook my head. I hoped the make up I wore wasn't too much.

Had I preferred red or black lipstick before?

Was I gothic oriented or did I like