Getting ready, I was met with Janice’s absolute horror at my limited selection of clothes. She rummaged through my closet with a dramatic groan before she turned to me, arms crossed, her expression one of pure disapproval.
“I refuse to let you leave this suite looking like this,” she declared, shaking her head as she pulled out my neatly folded clothes and tossed them onto the bed. “These clothes? Absolutely not. Here—” She shoved a light yellow dress into my arms, along with a pair of matching slippers. “Pick whatever underwear you want, take a shower, and get dressed. We are going shopping before our date.”
I barely had time to process before she continued, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll let the guys know where to meet us. That way, if things get too hot for Hunter and me
