ELARA’S POV
“And you two haven’t done anything since?” Chelsea asked.
I shook my head, flipping through the rows and rows of dresses she had brought to my room. “Nothing. It’s been plain, boring dinners. Getting to know each other, sure. I know more about him now than I think I’ve ever known anyone else.”
“So, are you doing something about that?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, make a move?”
I laughed, my eyes catching on a dark red dress and grabbing it from the rack. “This one. And why would I make a move?”
Chelsea looked at the dress, nodding in agreement. “Because you want to and because your v****a wants you to. You’ve already come a long way in the last two weeks, getting out of your bubble. You’ve gone with me to all the caterers, decorators, and planners and haven’t batted an ey
