Meadow POV
I take one last look at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. I've spent so much time in comfortable mom clothes I forgot that I could still look hot. The halter dress fits me like a second skin. It's silver with matching heels. Ivana out did herself with my makeup and hair. My dark hair is pulled up in a bun with soft tendrils framing my face.
A soft knock on my door has me turning toward the sound. I smile when Ivan steps inside. He is wearing a black suit that is custom-made. He looks like he just stepped off the cover of GQ magazine. His blonde hair is slicked back, and his strong jaw line has lost the two-day growth he had earlier. When my eyes meet his, the lust swirling in them is unmistakable. "Meadow, you look stunning," he says as he
