Dirty Secrets
I was surprised when Xavier didn’t sit on the white sofa and watch me find something, he actually walked through every aisle, picking out clothes for me to try out.
A particular female suit caught my attention. “What color of suit are you wearing tomorrow?” I blurted out.
Xavier stopped walking, a red dress hanging loosely on his arm. “A navy blue suit. Why?”
“What are you matching with the navy blue suit?” Xavier is organized to a fault, I’m sure he already figured out what he’s wearing tomorrow.
Confused with my questions, he arched his brows. “Probably a white shirt and a blue tie.” Tilting his head, he stared at me, trying to understand what was going on in my head. “What’s with the sudd
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