Judy’s POV
Nan was back in the hotel suite when I returned later in the evening. She was dressed in a pretty black dress that rested just above her knees and showed off her cleavage from the low-cut collar. Her short hair was pulled out of her face, and she had a light layer of makeup on her face. Nan was the kind of girl who didn’t need to wear a lot of makeup. She was more beautiful naturally, and she knew this.
She was staring at herself in the mirror, a frown on her lips as she studied herself. She was examining the dress that I had never seen her wear before and the matching shoes that made her look tall and a bit uncomfortable. They were squeezing at her feet, cutting off her circulation.
I frowned and furrowed my brows.
“New dress?” I asked, shutting the door behind me. Nan s
