But now she sits in full dress. Lord, does this woman have the concept of a "golden mean"? Wearing a light blue shirt to match her eyes and a loose knee-length skirt with her hair slicked into a ponytail, Ashley's eyes skim over the laptop screen.

"Good evening, Ashley," I greet first, indicating my appearance.

The girl twitches at the sound and smiles briefly.

- Hello! Mr. Barrett, there's an invitation in the mail, I haven't read it all the way through yet, but I think you'll be interested. Look?

“Let's go later,” I say, heading to my room, but I stop halfway and turn to her again. - It's...