Naomi’s POV
The interior of the limousine was silent, enveloped in soft velvet shadows and the gentle murmurs of city life.
New York’s skyline sparkled outside like a stage set for a performance waiting to begin.
Raymond was dressed in a sleek black suit, looking all dashing. He placed his hand lightly on my thigh and did not take his eyes off me the entire drive from the house, not even for a second.
“Stop staring, you look like you'd undress me with those eyes of yours,” I said softly while nudging him.
“Oh!!!! I'd love to do that but sadly I can’t, “You’re……you’re looking radiant, stunning, appetizing, words can't even describe how gorgeous you look tonight.”
I looked down at the emerald dress, the one that felt like strength stitched into silk.
“I feel like I’m wearing someon
