Jane stared defiantly at Vlad, daring him to say something. He eyed her outfit of black skinny jeans and black T-shirt with the caption "private d**k" emblazoned on it with faint distaste. In concession to her wedding day, she had brushed her straight dark hair and added a light layer of make-up, including blue eye shadow, which brought out the angry sparkle in her eyes, and nude lipstick.?She also added a silver skull ring to her middle finger.
Vlad looked his usual detached sexy in an even-more-expensive-than-usual dark grey suit with a blue silk tie. "I told Boris to take you shopping this morning," he said, cold anger evident in his voice. "Yet this is what you wear."
Oh goody, she had pissed him off again. The cold fa?ade that habitually frightened everyone else in his world didn't
