Tequila's POV
I was all dressed in a black lace dress that reached my ankle but was body fitted. It was off shouldered revealing some skin, and I paired it with some black vans.
The idea looked odd both in my head and in the mirror but I liked it.
Eight o'clock sharp, I was in the kitchen talking to the chubby maids as they ranted about how cute I looked and Ace came sauntering down.
My eyes skimmed shamelessly down his frame as he reached the last step in his tight, fitted black dress shirt, and matching skinny jeans with only one rip at the knee. He paired it with simple dark vans that matched mine and I turned quickly to the maids who were all smirking mischievously at me.
Coincidence that we were matching?
I think not.
"You look beautiful." He compliments reaching for my hand
