Damien stood in the doorway to their penthouse bedroom just looking at Celeste who was sitting infront of her vanity table applying her morning cream to her face, still in her silk gown.
"Pack a bag;" he said smirking
"Why?
"Jeez woman," he laughed, rolling her eyes, mimicking her.
Celeste began to pack a bag.
“You’re not packing that,” Damien said, eyeing the sequined dress she pulled from the closet.
Celeste raised a brow. “Why not?”
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, that barely-there smirk playing at his lips. “Because we’re not going anywhere you’ll need a gown. Think barefoot, not black-tie.”
She blinked. “You’re taking me camping?”
Damien stepped in, took the dress from her hands, and replaced it with a folded linen shirt. “Not exactly. Just... trust me.”
“Do I
