{Allie’s P.O.V.}
After dinner, we all went to our separate rooms. Andre asked Dorian for photos of the bomb fragments, so he could get started on trying to piece them together. He was on his laptop sending the photos, and I was in the closet trying to decide what to wear to the office tomorrow.
“Babe!” I shout to him.
“Yeah,”
“Can I get your opinion on something please?”
“Be right there,” I waited for about a minute when Dorian walked in. “What’s up?”
“Should I wear this outfit or this one?” I ask, showing him, the two different ensembles arranged on island dresser in our closet.
“I think the red blouse with the black slacks and the black heels. Red just screams authority, and it suits you,” he said and
