Damon had come home early for once, still in his suit jacket, and found Phoebe in the sitting room when he walked in. He took off his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair.
"My parents want us over for dinner," he said. "Tonight, if that works."
She looked at him. "Tonight?"
"Mhmm. It could be a good time for you to meet them properly."
"Okay," she said after staring at him for a brief second.
Now, hours later, she stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the front of the green dress she had picked. The dress fit well and felt comfortable. She added light makeup, brushed her hair, and checked her reflection one last time. Satisfied, she walked downstairs.
Damon stood in the sitting room, speaking on the phone. He glanced up when he heard her footsteps on the stairs and pa
