All dolled up and wearing a perfectly fitting dress that covered the right places and showed what she was comfortable with, Keira could at least take comfort that Nate was keeping her preference in mind when taking this.
"We do look like a match made in Heaven, don't we?"
The librarian, with a still noticeable birthmark on her right cheek despite her makeup, turned and faced the tall, handsome man dressed in a smart tux. His hair – the medium-length dark strands that were usually pretty neat with a simple brush of his comb – was now slicked back, showing his smooth forehead.
It also made her think that it'd be easier to just smack him on the head when Nate decided to do something stupid.
The mafia lord made a show of fixing his already perfectly lined dark tuxedo. The bright light above them made the red hue color of his jacket clear to her eyes.
