Chapter 87
ARIELLE
The car came to a stop in front of my house, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, turning to face the brothers. Derek leaned forward from the backseat, his voice filled with anticipation. “Remember, dinner is at 8 p.m. sharp, Arielle.”
I nodded, a mix of excitement and curiosity bubbling within me. “Got it. I’ll be ready.”
Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the front door, my heart fluttering with a blend of anticipation and uncertainty. As I entered the house, my eyes widened in surprise. Standing in the foyer were a stylist and a makeup artist, their presence unexpected but intriguing.
They greeted me warmly, their faces exuding a sense of professionalism and artistic flair. Guiding me to my room, they set up their equipment, an array of clothes and makeup spread o
