Roxxane's POV
The driver is here.
Already.
My palms are sweating. My eyes won't leave my bag. My feet won't stop shaking and I hate that I can't control it.
Canan snaps his fingers in front of my face. I blink hard, pulling myself back.
"This is the second time I'm pulling you out of your head. What's the problem?" His eyes search mine. Curious. Concerned, maybe.
"It's nothing serious." I pause, swallowing hard. "Actually, it's something serious."
No use keeping it to myself. I need help, and I hate that I need help, but here we are.
"What's the problem?"
I hesitate, glancing toward the door. “The driver’s waiting.”
“We’re not leaving while you look like this Princess. Talk.”
I take a breath. "It's about my wardrobe."
"Oh. Fuck." His face shifts immediately and I can tell he ju
