Chapter 10
The next morning Presley could not for the life of her decide what to wear.
She had a huge closet. A walk in closet that was the size of a normal sized bedroom. Fit for a queen.
Every inch of her closet was covered top to bottom with the latest fashions made by the best designers and tailored to fit her perfectly. And yet, as she stood in her plush coral bathrobe and pure white wool slippers trying to pick an outfit on this auspicious morning, she came up blank.
Jaxson had scheduled her meeting with Hobie at 9 o’clock–in the morning–which she realized she had requested but seemed at this moment to be some kind of sick joke on her personal assistant’s part. What had he been thinking? How could she possibly get up, work out, take a shower and get properly dressed and drive to
