I stared at the mirror once Angelina was done with my hair and makeup. A quiet gasp slipped from my lips as I took in the image before me.
“You like it?” she asked, slightly nervous.
“Like it? I fucking love it. Angelina, this is sooo good. Even better than I’d looked on my almost-wedding day.”
She smiled, satisfied with my response.
“Now it’s time to put on the dress.” She said, and I excused myself to the dressing room, quickly putting on the dress Wraith had selected.
It was beautiful… sexy.
I walked out, and Angelina gave me the ‘proud mother’ look. “Wraith would be head over heels for you.”
“You think?” I asked, nervous.
“No. I know. But this needs one last touch.” She said, before quickly adding on a backdrop necklace, highlighting the open back part of the dress.
“Perfect. Now go slay.
I have to go get dressed. The party starts in twenty minutes; I’ll see you at the party.” She said, and right on cue, Wraith walked in and stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening.
Angelina gave
