Rachel's POV
I stood in front of my mirror in lilac.
The dress was a simple, fitted, midi length, nothing that tried too hard but the colour was not accidental. I knew Vincent's preferences better than I'd ever admitted out loud, and tonight every small advantage counted.
Levi was leaning against the doorframe of my dressing room with his arms folded and an amused expression on his face.
"You look nice," he said.
"Thank you."
"Is there a reason why you spent forty minutes getting ready for a birthday dinner?"
"I'm a businesswoman. Appearances matter."
"Rachel."
I turned from the mirror and picked up my clutch. "I might stay the night."
He straightened. "At Vincent's house."
"If the opportunity presents itself." I checked the clasp on the clutch and set it back down. "The house i
