Larissa's POV
The next time I saw Brayden, he was back in formal wear. It was the next morning when I trudged into the kitchen looking for something to eat.
A crisp white dress shirt, polished shoes, tailored navy slacks with the matching suit jacket hanging off one of the chairs in the kitchen – the picture of effortless sophistication.
And he wasn’t alone.
Gwen stood in front of him, her hands expertly working on the fabric of the tie, looping it into an intricate knot. She looked like she had stepped straight out of the 70s dressed in a sunflower print pinafore mini dress and white gogo boots. Gwen was chattering animatedly as she worked on his tie. Brayden responded with quiet grunts and hums and he stared down at her.
I stopped short in the doorway not sure if I should step in o
