Damaged Diabla ✔

CHAPTER 25 | Enzo...

Veronica's POV

I watch as Noah paces around the room, panicking.

"V, help me out here!"

I don't reply and continue to watch him.

He's going on a date for the first time in years apparently.

And he has no idea what to wear.

"Casual or fancy?" he asks himself, placing a hand on his hip.

"Well, where are you going?" I ask, pulling my phone out.

"This French restaurant called Parfait at eight pm," he answers, looking at me confused. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Searching it up," I mumble. I look at the reviews, the website, and how safe that area is.

"Well, is it good?" he asked me.

I nod. "Yeah," I mutter, quickly sending a text to my men to follow him tonight.

I don't care how safe it is there, this woman he's going on a date with could be a creep.

"So is it a fancy restaurant?"

I shrug. "I would assume it is because of the dim lights, candles, and the pricey food."

He quickly goes into his closet and comes back out with many different suits.

"This blue one?"
He holds up a dark blue silky suit.

I shrug.

He glares at me, "Yes or no?"

"No."

He drops it to the floor and shows me another one. It's similar to the other one but it's purple.

"Look I'm not trying to do this with you, pass me the suits."
he sighs and passes me them. I look at the suits individually.

Too basic.

Too bright.

Too puffy.

Too boring.

Oh.

"I like this one," I tell him, passing the suit to him.

He grins, "Okay now help me pick some shoes."

"I've been helping you for thirty minutes now, can't you do it yourself?"

"But I need a second opinion!"

"Okay wait here."

I quickly leave the room and knock on Marcus's door. He opens it with a in his hands,

"Yes?"

I sigh. "Noah needs help on what to wear for his date. Can you go help him?"

"You should've told me earlier because I've been so bored," he exclaims, glaring at me.