Alissia POV
As I stand back and take in the full picture in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. I look like someone else—someone bolder, darker.
What am I getting myself into?
“Woah,” Jenni’s voice snaps me back to reality. She stares at me, eyes wide. “Goddamn, Alissia, he’s dressing you up like the main meal. I’m just putting it out there.”
I groan and roll my eyes at her comment.
“You think I’m joking? Guarantee he’s planning to eat you, not dinner,” she smirks, clearly enjoying herself.
“I don’t even know if we’re having food,” I mutter, still unsure of what tonight even entails. The dress doesn’t exactly scream ‘Don lesson.’ Maybe it’s a formal event? Or is this part of his business?
“So, what time are you leaving?”
“He said to be ready for seven,” I reply, glancing at the
