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"Cassie, you are like a dog with a bone!" I whine.
"Why did I Face-time you?" I ask rhetorically.
"Because you know I give you the best advice." She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I send her a glare resisting the urge to turn off my phone.
"Okay, don't get so irritated by me. Your mood swings these days can be cute and annoying at the same time." Cassie chuckles, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"Good,"
I am glad she is aware of my mood swings. It has been popping up since I was discharged from the hospital. I usually try my best to control it, but sometimes it controls me.
"Now, can we skip to the part where you help me pick a dress?" I ask in exasperation, and she nods with excitement.
"Sure!"
"Let's see what we have here!" She chirps, clapping her hands.
I move to the array of expensive clothing in my closet, browsing through them with keen eyes, and then I fish out two dresses. I want this evening to be perfect.
The green velvet dress is a total turn-off, so I stuff it back onto the hanger and settle for the black dress.
"What do you think?" I ask with a broad smile, placing the A-shape silk black dress with a droopy neckline on my body.
"Girl, it's perfect!" Cassie squeals.
I giggle like a teenage girl.
"Now, shoo, and go put that dress on. You still have to do your makeup. The goal is to make Michael unable to keep his hands to himself." She grins mischievously, and I smirk in return.
I get out of my towel and slip on the dress. It fit like a glove, and it was straightforward to rock this mid-thigh length dress. I tug at the thin straps softly and turn to Cassie for approval.
"God, I wish I wasn't stuck on this business trip!" She cries out.
"You look like a million bucks." Her eyes widen in admiration.
"Thank you," I smile.
"Now, go make that man's head spin. I love you, babes." She smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I do the same, and she hangs up.
I sigh, running my hands over the fabric of the dress, and then I proceed to do my makeup and style my hair in a neat bun. I grab my purse, stuff necessities into it, and stroll out of the walk-in closet.
When I get to the living room, John is not there. He is either out or sleeping upstairs. I make a mental note to check in on him when I return.
If I return, I suppose... My cheeks flush in embarrassment.
The chauffeur is already waiting in front of the house. He pulls the car door open, and I slip into the car, greeting him. He turns on the engine and drives us out of the property.
I push myself off the plush leather seat when I notice where the driver is taking me doesn’t look familiar. My brows furrowed in confusion. My eyes won't stop looking around in confusion.
"Where are we going?" I speak up when I can no longer hold it in me anymore.
"We are going to meet Mr. Durand, Ma'am." He answers me, sparing me a glance through the rear-view mirror.
I am even more confused.
"But this is not the way to the hotel," I argue.
"Mr. Durand isn't at the hotel, Ma'am. He is at the Marina." His words catch me by surprise, and my eyes widen in shock.
