Tequila's POV
The day went by too quick and soon, Ace is pulling up the zipper of my dress.
"I don't wanna go." I whine.
"You're going." He says smacking my butt softly and I glare at him as he slips on his Rolex, looking sexy as usual in his dress pants and black button up that was fitted and tucked in.
He let his curls fall over his eyes again and I was a bit worried that he may make some women faint.
The maids are on vacation, so Ace decided that he would do my hair. It's a mystery how he can simply do anything with this frizzy mess as he put a band around it, curled the ends, and allowed a bit to fall onto my face.
"So we're matching." He winks.
I had a long dress that graced the floor, it had no back and no sleeves just a tight front that I didn't have to wear bra for.
Yay!
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