(Julian's POV)
I stood in front of my large walk-in wardrobe with my eyes scanning the the clothes I had in it and imaging how it would look on Natalie. Earlier, I had lamented about all I felt for Jessica and she had advised me to drink it away and keep trying to forget her.
She said, it might be difficult at first but as time goes by, the feelings will fade away. I just hope she's right.
"Just give me a T-shirt and a short. Trust me, I'd still kill the look," Natalie spoke and it was then I realized that she was out of my bathroom. While we were drinking, the wine had spilled over her white dress so I brought her up here for a change of clothes.
"Okay. If you say so. By the way, I am sorry about your dress," I told her and she chuckled.
"Don't be. I was the one who spilled the drink and not you," She said as she reached out and grabbed one of my Bombas T-shirts and an Outerknown Nomad chino short.
