I put on the pale yellow chiffon floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline and double spaghetti straps with both side of it ruched towards the middle of my stomach, just under my bust and a little extra material that was pulled to the back of it making it look like it had a bit of a train, but it didn’t.
I then applied whatever little makeup I carried around with me and I managed to put my hair up in the mirror before I put on the earrings and necklace and matching shoes.
When I walked out of the bathroom Asher had also changed into black slacks, a black button down shirt and dress shoes. Leaving the first couple of buttons undone on his shirt, making him look even more handsome.
“Wow.” He said, looking at me.
“I feel really over dressed. Where the hell are we going?” I asked.
