Nova’s P.O.V
“Nova come on? It does not take that long to try a dress on.” Brandon laughed.
I was in his bedroom trying the dresses on that he had chosen for me. I am not going to lie the guy has good taste. I loved every one of them, though the one I had on right now? Yes, I loved it, thought it was a little tight, a little too short for a Gala. It is more the kind of dress you would wear to go clubbing or to a party, not a gala.
“No. It is too tight for a Gala Brandon. I dress this way if I am going clubbing.” I said.
“Nova don’t make me come in there.” He said.
I groaned, rolling my eyes annoyed at him. I took a deep breath before heading out of his bedroom to the living room, where he was waiting patiently for me. As soon as I was in front of him, I see his eyes trail over my body
