It was a quarter to eleven in the morning when Leon knocked on my door.
I stopped pacing, stopped breathing. My eyes skittered around the living room and they locked on the mirror above the hearth to check my appearance one last time. My hair was down, my make-up minimal. I was wearing a peach spaghetti strap sundress, one of the new clothes I had bought with Hannah. On my feet were cute strapped sandals which matched my dress.
I nodded in approval.
Yes. Perfect.
Sucking in a huge breath, I moved to the door and opened it. Leon had his phone to his ear, his back towards me. When he heard the door open, he slightly turned, gave me a short glance then looked away to speak to his phone inaudibly. Suddenly, his lips stopped moving and his whole body whirled around. His eyes traveled downwa
