EVANGELINE
Nicholas knocked on my door at exactly nine a.m.
I sat still for a few seconds, not wanting to let on that I’d been sitting there for a while waiting for him to show up. I smoothed out my little black dress before pulling the door open.
“Where’s your suit?” I asked.
I slapped my hand over my mouth when I realized what I’d blurted out.
“I’m sorry, I just—this is the first time in years I’m seeing you without a suit.”’
He shrugged. “I figured it was time for a change. You look nice.”
I smiled softly.
I’d picked out one of my nicest but casual black dresses. It didn’t fit like a glove, but it was form fitted enough that it showed off my curves. I paired it with heels and curled my hair neatly. I knew the kinds of places Nicholas shopped at, and I knew those weren’t places
