Mia
Taylor looked up from arranging a delicate evening gown in a sleek black bag, her eyes locking onto mine with a questioning gaze.
"Mia, have you had a chance to deliver the custom gowns to Ms. Divan yet?" She asked, her voice smooth and professional.
"Yes, I have," I answered, as I went into the store to bring out the bag I had packed it into.
"Good. We should get going now," Taylor said, and we both took the bags and left the store.
It was already afternoon, and luckily, the sun wasn't really hot. If anything, it was cloudy, as if it was about to pour.
"Your bodyguard looks really hot, doesn't he?" Taylor said out of the blue, as we walked along the side of the road.
Taylor rambled on, her words dripping with amusement.
"I'm sure he's a total ladies' man, with those chisele
