I stare at myself in the mirror and smooth down all the non-existent creases in my dress. I stand up a little straighter, pulling my shoulders back just a fraction of an inch. I didn’t dare touch my face. I was too afraid of messing up Andrea’s work.
I hear the bedroom door close just as Grayson says, “if you need more time,” he says, “we can stay here for a little longer.”
I shake my head. “That’s alright. I don’t want to hold anything up.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. the Davidsons’s aren’t even here yet.”
“In that case, I may take a minute or so.”
Grayson saunters over to the edge of the bed and takes a seat. “Take all the time you need.”
I sigh, spinning around to face him. “Can I ask you something?” He nods. “And be honest.”
He smirks. “I always am.”
“What do they thin
