I fixed my hair looking at my reflection, unable to suppress the skittish feeling blooming in my chest. The sweetheart neck of the dress promoted my cleavage and the curved side high slit showed way more of my leg than I planned but there was nothing I can do right now.
I gave my hair a slight curl and let my hair down—not knowing a lot about styling my hair since I am practically a tomboy.
“Hey, how are you doing there?” Maxwell asked knocking on the bathroom door.
“I’m done!” I called back slipping on my heels. Since we have to pretend to be a married couple, we had to live together in one big suite where there is only one bed or else there would have been questions that will resolve into rumours. I wasn’t up for killing fires again at my job or with the press.
I headed out shy at
