Rachel rubbed her hands nervously over the length of her knee short dress, heaving a nervous breath. Her dress was black and off shoulder, just the way Alejandro liked it and she was specifically dressed up for him.
“Dear! I still think it’s too inappropriate for a dinner.” Marilyn mumbled, walking around the foyer, adjusting services for the upcoming guests. “Mind if I add, the word ‘family’?”
Rachel rolled her eyes at the sarcasm, “I don’t see the problem in this? It covers my legs up till my knees, no cleavage.” She suggested, pulling the tube neck even more higher towards her collar bones.
Marilyn rolled her eyes, “Your father would’ve wanted you in a shroud.”
Rachel gave in a nervous breath walking towards Marilyn. “I am really nervous.”
She smiled back, “I promise no blood ton
