Gabriella
Why didn't I ask where we were going to dinner?
As I stood in the middle of my closet, wrapped in a towel following a quick shower, I debated my clothing choices. I didn't want to be overdressed, but knowing Damien, it was more likely that I'd be underdressed. The man exuded sexiness no matter what he wore or didn't wear.
The clock on my dresser told me I had only twenty minutes to make a decision and turn myself into a competent woman, one continuing a meeting.
“What do you think, Duchess?" I asked my black cat sitting on the end of my bed with a bored expression.
“Black is a safe color."
Duchess didn't respond as I chose a black maxi dress. It was sleeveless with a scooped neckline. The bodice had built-in cups, taking away the need for a bra. Being that it was spring
