Analyn POV
I put on a red dress that Sylvia presented me earlier to dress up for dinner. It was brand new, with the tag still attached. I looked at the price and had a mini heart attack. It seems like Ambrose's family didn't have to worry about money.
"Do you need help with getting ready, dear?" Sylvia had asked.
I refused her. I felt like a dress-up doll every time she tried to help me with everything, although I did enjoy getting attention from her since I didn't have a mother.
Ambrose came into the room just as I finished getting ready. He looked me up and down, then nodded in approval.
"How do I look?" I asked anyway, even though I kind of knew what he was thinking.
"You look good," he said dryly.
"Just good? You are very bad at compliments. How about something like, 'you look s
