Cassie.
When I agreed to go to dinner with Silas, the last thing I had expected was for him to go completely all out. The moment I stepped out of the white-pillared building I stayed in under Oden's watchful eye, I was met with Silas's smiling face.
He wasn’t dressed casually like I would have assumed, but instead was dressed in black slacks, a dark purple button-up shirt rolled up to his sleeves, and even dress shoes. His entire outfit screamed money, and from the glimmer of lust hidden beneath his gaze, I felt completely underdressed in my blue sundress.
Stepping slowly down the stone staircase, my hand gently sliding against the railing, I stared at him with hesitation and uncertainty.
“Uh—I thought you said that we were going to dinner. Why are you so dressed up?”
Laughter escaped him as he spun in a small circle holding his hands out as if to give me a better look. “Well, I wanted to impress you, Cassie. Did it work?”
Impress me? Why the hell would he want to do that?
