OLIVIA
I studied my reflection in the mirror, already dressed for the dinner date, and wondered why I couldn’t steady my breathing.
The nerves in my stomach weren’t unpleasant but they almost made me laugh. I’d been on plenty of dates yet this one felt different.
There was something strangely intimate about starting over after everything. Divorce had stripped me down, but tonight I wasn’t dressing up to prove anything to anyone. I was doing it for myself and for someone who seemed to see me exactly as I was.
I shifted slightly, glancing over my shoulder at the black cowl dress Dante had sent earlier.
It hugged me like a second skin, the silk falling over me in a way that made every curve feel outlined. The back was open, the fabric trailing down my spine and every detail of it told m
