Dana POV
I licked my lips, tasting the lipstick I had carefully applied and feeling incredibly nervous as I began to make my way slowly towards the front foyer. I had decided to wear a black dress that wrapped around my waist, the fabric tight against my breasts and then flowing down to my mid-thighs. I wore practical heels with straps and a matching small jacket, feeling self-conscious as I saw Lionel and Hunter standing there with a third man, all of them stopping mid-discussion to look at me, Hunter’s eyes widening with appreciation while Lionel simply smiled and the third man looked me up and down before giving a low whistle, causing me to blush profusely. I continued to walk forward, joining them and feeling anxious as I studied the stranger who stood beside my father.
The stranger
