“Seriously, Richard, a red dress? Isn’t that a bit… much?”
“No, Chloe, it’s necessary,” Richard’s voice crackled cheerfully over the phone. “You are going on a dinner date with Gordon Overton darling. You need to looking stunning and be memorable. You need to be a beautiful statement of ‘I am the only thing you need in your life.’ Trust me on the red.”
“But it’s just dinner! And we’ve only been… well, whatever this is, for two months. It started with him complimenting my looks, and now I’m going to his house. I’m already nervous enough.”
“Exactly! Stop ovethinking. He’s invited you over. That’s a massive step. Wear the red. Send me a picture when you’re done. Now I have to organize the linen delivery for tomorrow’s banquet. Don’t ruin this, Chloe. You deserve this.”
“I’ll wear the red.
