Rory’s POV
I don’t know how Marcus knew, but I did indeed spend an hour agonising over what to wear. From the moment I stepped into Margot’s apartment and kicked off my heels, I was rushing into the shower before standing in front of my closet that I had finally unpacked into, looking at the less than stellar options available.
‘Go for the black dress’ Margot suggests as she lounges on my bed, the bed that Marcus f.ucked me in so thoroughly that I still get tingles every time I think about it.
I glance over at her, she’s been here with me for the last hour, giving her opinion on each outfit which have ranged from ‘are you going to a strip club?’ to ‘I thought you wanted to get laid, not join a convent.’
I grab the black dress from my suitcase, holding it up in front of me as I scrutini
