Of course Jeremy thought she looked different. His brain was currently doing a frantic file search, trying to categorize this new version of Everly. There was 'Birthday Banquet Everly,' a vision of formal perfection in a cheongsam so elegant it could probably start a diplomatic incident.
Then there was 'Default Everly,' the one he'd seen a handful of times in her usual casual attire—comfortable, loose-fitting clothes that screamed 'I am here to cause problems, not impress you.'
And, most recently, the memory that was still giving him bizarre, fever-dream flashbacks: 'Maid Uniform Everly,' an image so fundamentally wrong it felt like a glitch in the matrix.
But this... this was a new, terrifying category entirely.
The girl standing before him was wearing business casual. Not just any business casual, but sharp business casual.
