By the time they were done changing, Damon had already texted to let her know he was back home. A knot formed in her stomach out of nervousness, which she found odd. She pressed a hand over her chest as she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. "Calm down, will you? We are not meeting him for the first time." She scolded her racing heart in a whisper.
She looked spectacularly innocent in the white dress despite its length and she couldn't help rubbing on a nude lipstick to match the look. Angel had even selected a hair tie for her, subtly letting her know to style her hair in a ponytail.
"You look like a college girl." Mabella wanted to laugh when Avery left her room. She was used to seeing her in sophisticated business outfits that made her look like the overbearing CEO she was. This cute, young woman was less expected than the fluffy skirts she wore while taking Angel out for mother-son days.
