When Carla stepped out of the dressing room, she met the frowning face of Damien, he looked like he regretted his choice.
“Too showy. Hand her this.” He gave the manager another white dress and Carla would have cursed him to his face if she wasn't afraid of his mood.
When he finally felt he was satisfied with the dress he had chosen, he held her hand and walked her back to the car waiting just outside the mall.
On getting to the company, Carla withdrew her hand from Damien's hold, having him stop to look at her in question.
“We can't go in like this." She pointed to his hand and to hers before looking at the entrance of the company.
“They will talk." She took two steps back but he only walked towards her wordlessly and stretched out his hand, waiting patiently with an impatient lo
