A suitor?
Alexandra pondered these words as she stood in front of her mirror, fully dressed for her so called date night. She was for no reason pleased with the idea, but she knew the moment she’d brought it up with that sixty two years old woman a brawl was sure to break out, or worse a duel.
She huffed out and shook her head in disappointment. What a wonderfully useless bunch of leech she had been given as family members.
Michael gently knocked on the door’ frame and stepped in, bowing his head respectfully at his employer. “The vehicle is ready Ms. Grey.” He informed.
Alexandra nodded as she examined herself one last time in the mirror, smacked her bright red glossed lips together and then nodded in approval towards her reflection in the mirror.
She looked perfect.
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