She showered and dressed, put on that dress Anthony had purchased for her simply because it would be a waste of money if she didn’t wear it. It was a long soft grey off the shoulder evening dress, with a little bit of bling over the corseted bodice and down the flowing material; it fit like a glove to her small frame, and there were matching grey heels to go with it.
She did like the dress and understood it had been sourced and put on hold by him when he was trying to sway her into forgiving him, and so he was doing everything he could to recall what she liked. Including how she dressed and what her style was, he’d gotten it right. Not that he was going to see it on her.
She’d sat in her suite and started to read through those files Kendrick had given her, then walked from her suite down
