I take extra time preparing for dinner, slipping into a light, flowing chiffon maxi dress that dips a bit lower in the front than my usual attire, with delicate straps crossing over my back and tiny flowers scattered across the white fabric. It feels sweet, feminine, and flattering without being too overt—I hope—and I apply a touch of makeup. Already flushed from the sun, I skip foundation and opt for a rose gold eyeshadow, mascara, and a light stain on my lips. I add rose gold diamond studs to my ears. Styling my thick, long hair takes the most time; it tends to be unruly, but I manage to braid it, wrapping it around my head and securing it.
My heart races as I think about Angelo's reaction when he sees me, hoping to glimpse the desire I saw earlier. What was he imagining? It couldn't ha
