Ivory's POV
My eyes fluttered open to find Tristan standing across the room, his back to me. He faced the big mirror, adjusting his shirt. When he finally turned to look at me, his voice cut through the silence.
"Good morning," he said. His voice was soft, but his face remained hard and cold. A shiver ran down my spine, fear wrapping around me. I was completely thrown. Why would a whole Tristan saying a 'good morning' to me?
"G-good morning," I managed to stutter back. My eyes were still wide with fear.
"Ivory," you'll accompany me to a lunch date. with one of my business colleagues." he stated, his voice a clear command.
"O-oh," I blurted out, "But I don't have anything to wear." My voice shook and trembled as I spoke. He didn't say anything again. He just went back to adjusting his shirt. I froze, waiting for his next action, anxiety swirling in my mind. What would he do to me?
He finished dressing, then checked himself in the big mirror again. After he was sure that everything
