Lisa’s POV
I hadn’t packed much.
Didn’t think I’d need to. I certainly didn’t plan on staying long enough to require a wardrobe change. But here I was, standing in the middle of a walk-in closet.
Silk, satin, and suspiciously luxurious packaging with crisp gold lettering sat lined up like Ronan had raided a boutique just for me. Some of the tags were still hanging. A few items were still zipped up in their garment bags, untouched.
‘How thoughtful.’ I mused.
Also… Why were we going shopping if he already had what looked like half of Paris fashion week in this room?
I slid into a black dress that felt casual. Something simple, fitted at the waist, light on the fabric but not screaming ‘look-at-me’. I wasn’t dressing to impress anyone. I just needed to get through this without screamin
