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Emily Monroe
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, almost breathless as the stylist in my room tightened the ropes on my corset dress.
“I’m fine Emily and if I’m not, it’ll be worth it.” Stiles replied.
“Stiles…” I said in a warning tone which earned me one of his amazing chuckles.
I could imagine how his face looked like right now and that alone made butterflies erupt in my tummy.
“I’ll be done at the ofifce soon. I can’t wait to see you,” he said lowly.
My cheeks turned pink as I blushed profusely before ending the call.
Tonight, I and stiles were going on a romantic date. He had been explicit about it being romantic because he had sent a stylist to come dress me up.
By the time I was done with my makeup and hair, time was well spent.
I stepped into the royal blue
