Alexander took a quick shower and changed in the enormous en-suite bathroom. He was dressed in a black tux with a pristine white shirt by the time he walked back into the bedroom. Tasha watched as he put on his shocks and his shoes, and she loved the way the shirt clung to his body.
He was struggling a little with the bow tie, and she jumped in to help. She always helped her father because her mother had been struggling a little the last couple of months. When his tie was straight, she sighed and her hand was still resting on his chest when he pulled her closer.
“I don’t want to mess up your lipstick.” Alexander frowned and sighed as something sparked in his eyes. “At least, not yet.” He grinned, making Tasha blush bright red.
They left their room, and walked into the library hand-in-ha
