Chloe's POV
"Gideon is taking you out today," Maeve said as she set a fresh washbasin on the vanity. "He wants you ready in twenty minutes."
My hands stopped against the coat resting in my lap.
Taking me out? That was unexpected.
"Did he say where we're going?"
"No." Maeve crossed to the wardrobe and pulled the doors open. "Only that you need to dress properly."
I stood and glanced toward the clothes she was already sorting through. Wherever Gideon planned to take me, apparently he had decided that telling me beforehand wasn't necessary.
Typical.
I walked over and looked through the open wardrobe. What did properly even mean to a man like Gideon?
Half the rack was filled with silk gowns and fitted dresses with low necklines and open backs. I passed over them wi
