Part 3
Eight-thirty p.m.
I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my reflection and wondering if how I looked was okay enough for my meet-up with Aaron Hart. I was in a black silk dress with a hollow chest that showed just a hint of my cleavage. It had slim hands and left my shoulders bare. The outfits hugged every curve I had from top to bottom. It doubled in size after I had Zion, and though I thought it would leave in due time, it hadn’t. I wasn’t complaining.
My dirty blonde hair I held up my hair in a loose bun, letting a few curls fall onto my shoulders. I applied a little make-up and touched my lips with red lipstick and my lashes with black mascara. I needed to look my best, and though I felt as if this was too much, I reminded myself that the man I was going to meet was Aaro
