Elizabeth POV
Before I stepped into the dining room where Izaiah was waiting, I inhaled deeply, trying to suppress my raging nerves.
I took Liza’s advice. I bought a couple of dresses. I decided at the last minute which one I was going to wear. It was a tight-fitted red dress and not something I would typically wear.
When I made my way inside, I noticed Izaiah was busy with the last finishing touches. I walked over to him. A small smile formed on his face, making a shiver run down my spine when he glanced up, meeting my eyes—his eyes filled with longing.
“You are beautiful,” Izaiah said.
He had a stunning black suit with gold tones woven into the fabric on.
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He moved the chair back and waited for me to sit down. When I did, his scent made my nervous
