She lazily put on a dress. It was red and knee length.

She looked at herself in the mirror again with contempt.

She didn’t like it either, but it was the 6th dress she had tried on. She knew Asher wouldn’t be so pleased with her if she wasted his time.

He always kept to time, so she knew there was a high possibility that he was already waiting for her downstairs and only keeping his cool because it was 7:30am on the dot yet.

The dress wasn’t bad. She didn’t want anyone to think she was trying to pull their attention towards her.

The dress was fitted but it...