CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
Was that too much cleavage? Or was the make-up a bit over board? I glanced at myself in the dressing mirror for possibly the millionth time. Should I perhaps switch the heels to something that was not four inches red bottoms? What about the dress? Was it too sexy for a formal dinner? I didn’t want Benoit to get the wrong idea. Wait, why I did care so much about Benoit? This was my body and I should dress however I wanted. A hand snaked around my waist, Dane’s body pressed against mine as he dipped, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“You look so f*****g gorgeous. If all the eyes aren’t on you tonight, then someone really has got a bad eyesight,” he whispered and the power his words had was enough to boost up my confidence.
Suddenly I was looking forward to tonight. Would
