She almost changed three times.
Not because of indecision she had made the decision when Imara said wear the green dress with the specific authority of someone who had been waiting for an occasion worthy of it. She almost changed because standing in front of her mirror at seven fifteen with Seren asleep and the apartment quiet and the green dress doing exactly what green dresses were supposed to do, she understood that tonight was different from every other evening she had spent with Darian since the acquisition.
There were no more logistics between them.
No secret to protect. No professional distance to maintain. No carefully constructed reasons why this was manageable and contained and not what it actually was.
Just dinner. Just them. Just whatever came next.
She kept the dress on.
