Chapter Sixty Nine
Faith pulled her long dark hair up into a high ponytail, smoothing down the creases of her navy blue pencil skirt, she slipped on a pair of low-heeled blue mules with a delicate white flower embroidered into the fabric. Luke came up behind his mate, she was still as beautiful today as the day he met her, his arms circled her small waist where her crisp white blouse tucked into her skirt, placing a soft kiss on his silvery mark on her neck. Faith smiled at her mate in the mirror's reflection, his handsome face had hardly aged over the years they had been together, his navy blue Armarni suit perfectly matched her own outfit. They were heading into this meeting united, everything about them would scream that they meant business and nothing could be used to try and separate
