GABRIELLE’S POV
I settled for a red dress and had my cleavage covered this time since there would be kids at the event.
When I stepped into the living area Damon was already waiting for me in his usual black suit. He had his back to me, speaking Italian on the phone, with a perfume bottle in his hand.
The sounds of my heels on the floor made him turn.
His eyes ran over me once and he ended the call. “You look gorgeous, Gabrielle.”
I smiled despite myself, my stomach fluttering. “Thank you.”
“Are you wearing that because of last time?” He asked, a frown on his face. “This isn’t your usual style.”
I knew he was referring to Lila’s birthday party where Anya’s mother openly disapproved of my dress.
“It’s just one night without showing my cleavage,” I said. “I’ll be fine.”
“I won’t
