5
Nova
After changing into a pastel-pink, boho-chic, ankle-length dress, I knocked on the door to Mr. Christakos’s bungalow. “Hello, Mr. Christakos. It’s me, Nova. I’m here to take you to lunch.”
He opened the door wearing a linen suit and looking even more handsome than he had before. “Your little folder informed me of the dress code at The Royal. You forgot to tell me what I should wear, Nova.”
Extending my arm, I said, “Ah, but I left all that information for you to read, sir. Please, let’s be on our way.”
He looked at my arm for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t do touching.”
Dropping my arm, I smiled at him anyway and tried not to let his words bother me. “I understand.”
Stepping back so he could exit the bungalow, I took a deep, silent breath, trying to relax. The man
