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As soon as we reached the city, we swung by my condo so Gladrielle could change.
“What should I wear?” she said. She was surveying my closet, which was stuffed with a little bit of everything.
“What were you wearing the last time you met?”
“An off the shoulder white linen . . . .”
“I'm not familiar with that word,” I said. “I've only been around for thirty years, and I only speak one language.”
“I'm not sure how to translate it,” Gladrielle said. “Sarong maybe.”
I dug through my stuff, pulled out a blue latex dress, and held it in front of Gladrielle. “Try this.”
It was a simple design, sleeveless with a scoop neckline. It stopped short of mid thigh, leaving a lot of leg on display, and like me, Gladrielle had a lot of leg to display. Plus it was tight, it would show off her figure and match her dark blue hair and eyes. I found a pair of dark blue heels that would match and handed them to her.
“Really? Five thousand years old and you've never worn high heels?”
“I didn't say I had never worn them, I just said that I wasn't used to them.” Gladrielle took what I gave her and headed into the bathroom to wash and change. When she reappeared, she looked at me and said, “Aren't you changing?”
I was still wearing the black pantsuit and white silk blouse I donned for my meeting with the elf council. Since this meeting was business and not pleasure, I saw no reason to change. Besides, with Gladrielle decked out in form fitting latex, no one would even notice that I was there. There aren’t too many females on this planet that can overshadow me, but Gladrielle was definitely one of the few that could.
“Tonight isn't about me,” I said.
“Like the immortal you are.”
“You think he'll remember me?”
“If he doesn't then he was right. The human brain isn't designed to hold five thousand years worth of memories.”