DALMA POV
It was the night of the event….Well, dinner, like he repeatedly called it. I stood in front of my mirror, holding my dress against my body.
It looked divine, and I was nervous. It was like the dress was tailored for me alone.
I've never been amongst that many rich folks like I will be tonight.
HONKKKK
I looked out of my window when i saw headlights, then I saw him.
He looked resplendent, in his black tuxedo and tie. I stood there, at my window, watching him climb up the stairs to my door. It was then I remembered I wasn't dressed yet.
Fuck it.
I hurriedly picked up my dressing robe and ran to the door. I opened it just to meet his back to my face. When he turned around, I could see profound shock written on his face.
Apart from the fact that I wasn't ready yet, I coul
