CAROLINE’S POV
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Black leather pants, a navy blue shirt that hugs my body like a glove and boots just the right size, and I can’t help but wonder who chose it. Did Lucian buy it? But he wouldn’t have had time to. “Do you not like it?” Lucian asks from behind me, and our gazes meet in the reflection of the mirror next to the window. The light shines brightly, illuminating my features, and it makes the navy of the shirt look lighter than it is.
“Millard has good taste,” I shrug, and Lucian smiles, eyes narrowing, “Millard doesn’t shop.” He laughs darkly like it's a ridiculous joke. I guess it is if I thought that Millard had some sort of style. "Where are we even going?" I doubt that I'd need the boots if we weren't going anywhere. "Can't have you stuck in a house the entire time, can I?"
