At 5:50 the next afternoon, a black sedan pulled up in front of the apartment building. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the rear door for me.
Noah was sitting inside.
He was dressed in a black suit, his tie perfectly knotted. The gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses slowly moved from my face down to the burgundy dress I was wearing.
"Does it not look right?" I glanced down at myself.
I bought this dress three years ago. Last night, I tried it on four times before making sure the zipper still went up.
"It looks perfect." Noah shifted slightly to make room.
After I got in, he lowered his voice and added, "I just didn't expect my wife to be this stunning."
The door closed behind me. I tightened my grip on my clutch and suddenly felt like the $1,100 had been a dangerously worthwhile
