The clock on the bedroom wall read 3:00 PM, and Raya’s stomach was officially tied in knots. Today was Sunday—the day she was finally meeting Killian’s family for a 5:00 PM dinner. Or, as she had been jokingly calling it in her head all week, the probing.
She stood in front of her open closet, wrapped in her towel, staring at the rows of clothes as if they were written in a foreign language. The pressure was real. This was the family that raised the untouchable, billionaire CEO Killian Blackwood. She needed to look elegant but not stuffy, respectful but still entirely herself.
"Okay, think, Raya," she muttered to herself, running her fingers through her freshly blow-dried hair. "First impressions are everything."
She pulled out a sleek, emerald-green midi dress with a modest neckline bu
