*Shelby*
Lauren looked… humbled.
Even her clothes were telling. She wore a long, demure skirt and a blouse that didn't show a hint of cleavage and covered her arms down to her elbows. No big brand names or luxurious accessories. Her hair also needed a wash.
I'd never seen her dress so modestly or look so run-down, and I had an inkling of what she was trying to accomplish by coming here.
I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. I wasn't sure Michael would want to see her, and part of me didn't want Michael's day to start off with a fight. On the other hand, I couldn't make those decisions for him.
“Come in," I said, stepping aside to let her pass. I closed the door and gestured for her to sit in the adjacent living room, just as I heard Michael's quick steps running down the sta
