**~Druscilla ~**
I stood at the window in my bedroom, staring down at the circular driveway bathed in the soft glow of landscape lights. Isaac's sleek black Mercedes sat there like it owned the place, engine idling low, headlights cutting sharp beams through the evening haze.
When the hell did he pull up?
I'd crashed hard after calling him over and over—straight to voicemail every damn time. Figured he'd ghosted me for the night. But here he was now. Whatever I'd wanted to scream at him over the phone, I could say it to his face.
I yanked open the closet door, fingers brushing silk and satin until I found the black dinner dress—the simple one with the discreet slit that climbed just past my knee. Slipped it on, the fabric cool against my skin. A quick dust of powder, a swipe of mascara
