Roxanne
I had never seen Daxon so nervous.
He was going through my new wardrobe, almost erratically to find ‘the perfect outfit’. I guess since Mr. Baxter didn’t approve of me, I had to seem extremely classy and refined.
“Okay, this one!” Daxon said triumphantly, pulling out a stunning pink dress.
The straps were diamonds and the back was open. It was kind of short and form fitting. There was a slit on the right side that had four rows of diamonds connecting the slit.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes. No one could ever call you a country bumpkin in this dress.”
“He called me that?!”
“He’s wrong, babe,” Daxon walked over and kissed me. “You’re amazing, and he’ll see it tonight. Or I’ll kick his ass.”
“My hero.” I smiled.
“Always,” He whispered. “I’ll let you get ready, because i
