#Chapter 65: Late Night Visit

I try to put Roman’s cold shoulder to the back of my mind so I can focus on the matter at hand. Still wearing this giant tarp of a dress, I turn to Corinne.

“I can’t possibly wear this to the gala,” I say.

Corinne gives me a once over. “We can fix it, I’m sure. Somehow.” She touches the side of it, grabbing it in handfuls to try to cinch the waist. “This is the worst dress he could have picked for