December 21st – 5:30 PM – Sage's Story
Sage Parker examined her reflection in the full-length mirror, turning side to side to check the fit of her emerald green dress. She'd purchased it specifically for tonight's dinner at Bellezza, the exclusive Italian restaurant where Clayton had made reservations weeks ago. Four years together deserved celebrating at a place that required more than a month's advance booking.
"Holy s**t, you look incredible," Darcy said from the doorway, wrapped in a towel, her blonde hair still damp from the shower. "Clayton might actually swallow his tongue when he sees you."
"You think?" Sage asked, smoothing the silky fabric over her petite frame. At 5'2", she was often mistaken for someone younger than her 23 years, but tonight, the dress hugged her curves in a
