Chapter Seventy-Two
It was hard for me to picture us staying here, much less having a quarters.
Spencer slipping out of the car, walking around to my door and opening. He helped me out of the SUV, closing the door behind me. I stepped around him, smoothing my hands over the dress black dress that he had picked out for me.
It was a slinky one that hugged my curves, it was a scoop neckline with capped sleeves. Showing off the mark at my throat to anyone that looked.
I had left my hair down, pinning it away from my face and put on a little makeup. It did little to help my nerves but Spencer was right. We needed to get this over with.
My heels clicked on the concrete, loud in the garage, as we made our way towards the elevator at the back of the lot. We stopped at the elevator doors and I
