Sylvie stared at her phone. The message short and precise.
I’m expecting you this evening.
A car will be waiting at the gate.
- Zade
She exhaled through her nose. Of course he was expecting her.
Her thumb lingered over the screen before she saved the number under his name, got to her room and set the phone down on her desk. She turned towards her wardrobe and pulled it open. Rows of dresses stared back at her, tailored, elegant, expensive.
She scanned the rows of silk and lace, her fingers brushing past extravagant gowns before stopping.
She reached for something simple.
The dress was soft and understated, neither tight nor flowing, falling just below her knees. No unnecessary details. It was a something that didn’t ask to be admired, but wouldn’t disappear either.
She paired it
