Damien knitted his brows and saw that she was wearing a different dress from earlier. "You changed… Are we going out? Do I need to change?"
"Nope. Just… wanted to wear this for the cake," she blurted. 'What?! For the cake?! Who dresses up for a cake? Apparently me.' She could hear the panicked voice in her head, making her hands clammy.
"O-kay…?" Damien obviously didn't believe her but he didn't press on it. "Sorry, work took a while. The chain in Thailand had a problem."
"Is everything okay?"
"One of the executives was doing something that was against hotel policy. We may be facing a lawsuit but it's already been taken care of, so don't worry about it. Come…" He held out his hand and brought her to the coffee table in the living room where the cake and a bottle of champagne were prepared.
