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Diehard workaholic Yvette Devereux is fightin...
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Chapter Five The selections that Grant picked out were great and just what style she would have chosen for herself. She could only assume that black was the color he would be wearing so they could coordinate. The styles ranged from strapless, off the shoulder, capped sleeve, and all were floor-length dresses.
Every dress fit her curves to a tee and she really wanted to know just how did he get her size. Even the shoes were a perfect fit, the heel height was flawless to give her the necessary height to stand next to him. The accessories were no doubt expensive, and she had to draw the line there. Vette instantly sent him a text message stating her need to return such extravagance when the event was over. He simply replied with a shrugging emoji.
Though she was sure he wouldn't bat an eyelash from spending this amount of money on daily basis, she would feel like a high-priced escort if she accepted. They were sexual partners in crime, these type of exchanges should never come into the fray. This had to be the absolute last time, seriously. Most women would love to be bathed in such extravagance but Vette prided herself on being a self-made and paid woman. As feminist as that sounded, the truth was the truth.
"You look extraordinary," Grant complemented. Vette chose a stunning black mermaid fishtail dress with sheer sleeves that looked pretty and delicate. The fitted bodice flared out at the knees for a true hourglass silhouette. She pulled off the vintage, off shoulder look flawlessly.
Grant had a classic black tuxedo with white, shirt, and black blow-tie. As per the first time she officially met the man, he pulled off his look without a hitch. His long tendrils swept back off his face to give him a clean, neat look. Though she enjoyed the eye-candy look that he exuded in the moment, his rugged laid-back appearance was her favorite.
"You aren't too bad yourself," she responded.
"After you," he gestured for her to slide into the limo. The ride to the venue was filled with idol chat about light subjects. Upon entering the ballroom, Vette instantly felt the tension in the room. It hung in the air like a thick cloud of disbelief. Surely, people were used to him attending events with a date, she couldn't help but wonder was it the color difference that caused the rift.
