Lila's POV
Next evening came faster than I expected my phone buzzing early morning with his text telling me exactly where to show up La Royale at 8 PM sharp one of those fancy restaurants downtown that charged more for atmosphere than food.
I'd spent the whole day torn between burning that black dress and slipping it on curiosity winning out as I stood in front of my mirror at 7:30 PM smoothing the slinky fabric over my curves thin straps digging slightly into my shoulders plunging neckline showing just enough skin to make me question my life choices.
Makeup on point red lips bold smoky eyes hair cascading loose down my back I grabbed my clutch and headed out Marco dropping me off at the curb because Elena insisted on safety even for my mystery dates telling myself this better be wort
