"Are you settled in just fine?" Damien asked Katherine on the phone as he tried to choose a dress shirt that would match his pants.
"Yeah, I'm okay here. Don't worry about me."
He stood topless in his walk-in closet. Usually, it was easier for him to choose what to wear, but he didn't know what was up with him today that he couldn't pick a damn shirt. How difficult was it to dress up? It seemed like none of the hundreds of clothes he owned passed his approval. He cursed.
"Woah. What's got you so worked up?" she wondered.
"Sorry. I'm… I don't know what to wear." His voice was sheepish as he rubbed his nape and sighed, embarrassed that he just said that and sounded like a girl.
Katherine chuckled at his dilemma. "Mr. Billionaire having trouble looking for a dress to wear on his first date? Yikes!"
Damien rolled his eyes. "Ha—Ha. A little help maybe?"
"Of course. Anything for you. What are you wearing? Turn on your camera."
