Brad took off his shirt and threw it on the bed, surveying the clothes already there. He felt like an i***t, because Celeste had said the dress was casual that night. But he’d been engaged twice, and he knew how important meeting the sisters was.
And for Celeste?
He better wear the exact right shirt with his charcoal slacks. He picked up the light blue one he’d had on a few minutes ago, and pulled it over his head again. Tiny pinstripes adorned the bottom third, and he decided the polo would have to do.
A moment later, knocking sounded on his front door, and he hurried down the hall and through the living room to answer it.
Celeste stood there, he own dark slacks sexy and slimming on her legs. She wore heels, which brought her closer to his height, and her blouse was black with a brigh
