The following morning, I was all set to leave for Damian Cole’s house. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the strap of my sleek black gown in front of the mirror. It hugged my body in all the right places, simple yet elegant.
I was reaching for my handbag when Amaya walked into the room.
“You look beautiful, sis,” she said with a warm smile.
“Thank you, love,” I replied, trying to sound calm though my heart was racing.
“Are you leaving now?”
I nodded.
“Okay then,” she continued, leaning against the doorframe. “I think the car he sent for you has been waiting for about ten minutes. I heard the engine while I was in the backyard.”
I froze for a second. “Oh, I didn’t even notice. Thanks,” I said, adjusting the strap of my handbag again partly to delay, to steady myself.
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