The next day
GRAVES VILLA
8:34 p.m.
I come down from my room. Alexander is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. As soon as his eyes land on me, he flashes a smirk.
When I reach him, he keeps scanning me, as if he’s memorizing every curve of my body and every line of my face so he’ll never forget them.
For the occasion, I’m wearing a black, form-fitting dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline. It reaches my knees and is slightly slit at the thighs. What color can rival black? None.
"I’m glad you were able to get your things back from Khalid."
I smile at the remark, tinged with a certain mockery.
He’s wearing a midnight blue tuxedo, a white shirt, black designer shoes, and a silver watch on his wrist. His brown eyes still carry that glimmer of desire and danger.
He holds out
