Gabriel Wallace didn’t argue, didn’t get mad—he just said flatly, “Just try it on.”
Lilah Hart clenched her teeth and hung the dress back in the closet.
“Yeah, try it on and die trying,” she muttered.
Like hell she was gonna try it on.
After digging through the closet forever, she finally settled on a white blouse and a blue maxi skirt that reached down to her ankles. Only then did Gabriel finally keep quiet.
Once she was dressed, she walked over to the mirror with her long hair down. The reflection wasn’t too bad.
Clean. Fresh. It didn’t scream for attention, but it didn’t look frumpy either. Not overly formal, not too casual—just right. The colors worked well together, calming and easy on the eyes.
Safe choice—it’d work for almost any kind of event.
Gabriel had
