FREYA CARTER
“Be ready in thirty minutes.”
Rowan had said it like an instruction. It was not a suggestion, not a promise.
An instruction. Which was not at all shocking considering that it was coming from Rowan.
“I’ll meet you at the entrance,” he added, “my meeting has just ended.” He informed.
“And you won’t cancel?” I asked carefully.
There was a pause for a second before he said, “I said I’d try and I wasn't lying.”
Well… that was enough for the confirmation that I won't be spending my time alone. So I got ready.
I chose something simple but deliberate , a red turtle neck sweater, a fitted cream coat, tailored trousers, heels practical enough for walking but elegant enough for photographs I might not take. I left my hair loose. Wore minimal jewelry. His last name already felt
