Genevieve took extra care in her outfit that day. She wore a sky-blue blouse and a skirt that stopped just above her knees and was so perfectly fitted that it outlined the curves of her hips. She stared at the full-length mirror beside her bed and nodded to herself. She didn’t want to do anything to her hair, she didn’t want to portray the image of a desperate woman.
Was she really desperate? No, she wasn’t. She didn’t want to be in a committed relationship at this point. Matter of fact, no man had intrigued her since she stepped into Victoria…well, up to this point. She was attracted to Preston Norman; she couldn’t deny that. He had that friendly charm that was rare among wealthy men and it wasn’t just his looks, but the way he spoke to others that drew her to him. Save for her attractio
