Chapter 24

It was Sunday night, the night of the dinner. She was going to meet Dominic’s father tonight. The very famous Desmond Scott. She was excited, and at the same time, she was nervous. She had heard a lot about the man. He was an amazing designer with a ruthless reputation. Imagine he found out they were lying.

She shook her head as if to push the thought out. She leaned over the dressing table for wipes and ran them across her hands before standing up to take one final look at herself. She was dressed in a simple low-back black top, a brown leather midi skirt with a knee-high slit, and black heeled boots. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her nails were newly done. She had done the perfect makeup that made it look like she had nothing on at all. And all the accessories she had on were stud earrings, a simple necklace, and her gold wristwatch.

The result was everything. The outfit hugged her body beautifully and made her curves more pronounced. Just as she picked up her cros