Roland found his suit and jacket where he had left them. He ignored the sounds coming from the table as he dressed. Surely her father hadn’t allowed her to eat like that. He thought, slipping on his patent leather shoes. He grabbed the firearm next and attached the holster belt. Roland also took a fedora from the closet rack.
Selena stared at him, slack-jawed, when he placed the hat on his head. “You look amazing!” she told him. “What’s the occasion?”
Roland chuckled softly. “Thank you, Babe.” He leaned forward with one leg back, mimicking some movie that he had watched once. He grinned when he stood erect. “We’re going to my uncle’s club,” He told her. “He insisted.” Roland added when he saw the pout forming on her face.
Selena sipped her wine, then wiped her hands and mouth with a na
