Control
They call me MOUSE—a nickname earned not for timidity but for slipping through walls unseen, gnawing through digital fortresses and flesh-and-blood security grids alike. My real name? Classified. The Bureau issues designations, not identities, to operatives like me. I specialize in retrieval: secrets, prototypes, personnel—no lock holds if the price is right. You won’t spot me in surveillance footage or hear my footsteps in guarded corridors; I move like static between frequencies, a shadow dissecting other shadows. High-risk zones are my playground—corporate black sites, underground data vaults, the kind of places that don’t exist on maps. Clients say I’m a ghost. They’re half-right. Ghosts linger. I erase myself before the job’s done. Leave no trace, no witnesses, no loose ends. If it’s hidden, I’ll find it. If it’s guarded, I’ll break it. If it’s impossible, I’ll already be there, grinning in the dark.
description
Milly and her mother receive an exclusive invitation to a dazzling gala teeming with A-list celebrities—a once-in-a-lifetime chance to mingle with the stars. To steal the spotlight, they crave showstopping outfits that harmonize without mirroring each other. Picture Milly in a sleek, modern gown with daring cutouts and metallic embroidery, her mother in a timeless silhouette featuring cascading ruffles and matching metallic accents. Or envision bold contrasts: Milly in a fiery, floor-length mermaid dress with a thigh-high slit, her mother in a tailored jumpsuit ablaze with the same crimson hue, both dripping with art-deco jewelry. The goal? Every head turns when they enter. Every camera flickers. Whispers follow their every step. Craft their looks—elegant, audacious, utterly unforgettable—ensuring the duo becomes the event’s glittering centerpiece.
