Veronica's POV 

It's 6:00 PM, the exact time he had told me we were going to dinner. 

With what Mr Martin did to me, I would have just rejected the offer. But he edged me to the corner when he said, ‘If you have forgiven me. Please, have dinner with me.’ 

As I remembered those words, my breath intensified as I wore the cloth that would make the dinner a perfect one.

A strap of a sexy gown and nice heels. It was a matching outfit after all.

I doodled my face with red powder and also, used an eye pencil to shape my brows. I glossed my lips with...