#Chapter389
I relented, more afraid of ruining our day together than her, and went with my trademark face, heels and a black shift dress. Quickest way to appease my devil is to do as I’m told and fall in line with his requests. It seemed to simmer him back to amicable when I rocked out looking very much like Camilla working the club—my norm. I saw him visibly relax, and I wondered if he needs the familiarity of me beside him when we go to see her. Some complex Alexi reason that this is an issue today more so than normal.
I guess I don’t like seeing him being someone else either, so maybe it works both ways.
We look very coordinated and sleek now that I see what he’s wearing.
