that Mr. Miller will be attending, and that she and papa will attend as well, me included.
Oh joy.
“I don’t have enough money to spend on a gown, mama.” I say sadly.
I actually do, but I can’t spend thousands on one dress right now… holy crap, is this how regular people feel?
“Oh… don’t you worry about that, I just saw a beautiful Dior Haute-Couture dress the other day, and it will be perfect on you!”
“Ok mama, as long as you’re the one who’s paying for it.” I smile.
If you want me there, you’ll take care of the details.
After saying goodbye to mama, I call Milan, wanting to know how she and Vera have been doing. I get her voicemail. In her greeting message she says she’s in the Alps and should be back in two weeks. I’m not the slightest surprised, she always had an adventurous side. I leave her a short message, telling her that I miss her and that she should call me when she comes back. With twenty minutes left, I start getting ready.
I’m dressed and my make up is applied. A black angled line of eyeliner on my upper lid, and lush top and bottom eyelashes covered with mascara, peach blush and honey lipstick. I shift my hair into a French twist, and let one strain of hair fall gently against my cheek. I put my 2-carat diamond stud earrings on, and grab my golden clutch. I head out of the suite, making my way to Prime One Twelve.
I make it five minutes before seven. I approach the hostess; a tall, lean brunette dressed in black slacks and tight black button down shirt.
“Hi, I’m Katherine Slav–“
“Miss Slav, of course. Please follow me.” She interrupts me and smiles widely. I nod and smile back politely.
She leads me up the stairs, to the second floor then stops for a moment to remove the velvet rope that is stretched out in front of us, indicating that this is a private space. She points at the right table, at the end of the room. I thank her and admire the stylish room, as I make my way to the table. The walls are dark chocolate wood and the ceiling has a beautiful chandelier, centered right in the middle of the ceiling, casting its soft light down on the room. Dark chocolate wood dividers, separate each table, giving the feel of an intimate surrounding. The whole atmosphere of the room is oozing chicness and style.
My gaze falls on Mr. Miller, who is rising to his feet. His face is awestruck. His eyes are roving over my body, up and down, and up and down again, until finally his luminous eyes settle on mine. Pure hunger simmers in them. Smiling, I approach him.
So I do affect him…
“Good evening, Mr. Miller. You look… sharp.”
That’s not the honest truth. Mr. Miller doesn’t just look sharp. He looks scorching hot . His hair is combed neatly and his signature strands fall sexily on his forehead. He’s wearing a black fitted suit with a crisp white shirt and a dark silver tie. His turquoise eyes are blazing, as he gazes down at my face. A smoldering look, that makes me want to throw myself at him, but I know better than that.
“Miss Slav… you look beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Mr. Miller’s voice comes out husky, but he’s being honest. I smile a sweet smile of relief, that this gorgeous man finds me beautiful.“No not at all. Thank you.”
“Let’s sit down while we wait for the rest of our company.” Mr. Miller waves at the chair beside him and helps me to my chair, showing me that chivalry is not altogether dead.
“Would you like to start with drinks?”
I tear my hungry eyes away from Mr. Miller, finding the source of the question. A blond waitress is standing next to our table, staring shamelessly at Mr. Miller.
“Just sparkling water for now, thank you… oh… and a slice of lemon.” Mr. Miller’s lips curve up slightly.
“Same for me.” I look at him and smile at our private joke.
“Lemon, huh?” I ask after our waitress leaves.
Mr. Miller chuckles, “What can I
Oh joy.
“I don’t have enough money to spend on a gown, mama.” I say sadly.
I actually do, but I can’t spend thousands on one dress right now… holy crap, is this how regular people feel?
“Oh… don’t you worry about that, I just saw a beautiful Dior Haute-Couture dress the other day, and it will be perfect on you!”
“Ok mama, as long as you’re the one who’s paying for it.” I smile.
If you want me there, you’ll take care of the details.
After saying goodbye to mama, I call Milan, wanting to know how she and Vera have been doing. I get her voicemail. In her greeting message she says she’s in the Alps and should be back in two weeks. I’m not the slightest surprised, she always had an adventurous side. I leave her a short message, telling her that I miss her and that she should call me when she comes back. With twenty minutes left, I start getting ready.
I’m dressed and my make up is applied. A black angled line of eyeliner on my upper lid, and lush top and bottom eyelashes covered with mascara, peach blush and honey lipstick. I shift my hair into a French twist, and let one strain of hair fall gently against my cheek. I put my 2-carat diamond stud earrings on, and grab my golden clutch. I head out of the suite, making my way to Prime One Twelve.
I make it five minutes before seven. I approach the hostess; a tall, lean brunette dressed in black slacks and tight black button down shirt.
“Hi, I’m Katherine Slav–“
“Miss Slav, of course. Please follow me.” She interrupts me and smiles widely. I nod and smile back politely.
She leads me up the stairs, to the second floor then stops for a moment to remove the velvet rope that is stretched out in front of us, indicating that this is a private space. She points at the right table, at the end of the room. I thank her and admire the stylish room, as I make my way to the table. The walls are dark chocolate wood and the ceiling has a beautiful chandelier, centered right in the middle of the ceiling, casting its soft light down on the room. Dark chocolate wood dividers, separate each table, giving the feel of an intimate surrounding. The whole atmosphere of the room is oozing chicness and style.
My gaze falls on Mr. Miller, who is rising to his feet. His face is awestruck. His eyes are roving over my body, up and down, and up and down again, until finally his luminous eyes settle on mine. Pure hunger simmers in them. Smiling, I approach him.
So I do affect him…
“Good evening, Mr. Miller. You look… sharp.”
That’s not the honest truth. Mr. Miller doesn’t just look sharp. He looks scorching hot . His hair is combed neatly and his signature strands fall sexily on his forehead. He’s wearing a black fitted suit with a crisp white shirt and a dark silver tie. His turquoise eyes are blazing, as he gazes down at my face. A smoldering look, that makes me want to throw myself at him, but I know better than that.
“Miss Slav… you look beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Mr. Miller’s voice comes out husky, but he’s being honest. I smile a sweet smile of relief, that this gorgeous man finds me beautiful.“No not at all. Thank you.”
“Let’s sit down while we wait for the rest of our company.” Mr. Miller waves at the chair beside him and helps me to my chair, showing me that chivalry is not altogether dead.
“Would you like to start with drinks?”
I tear my hungry eyes away from Mr. Miller, finding the source of the question. A blond waitress is standing next to our table, staring shamelessly at Mr. Miller.
“Just sparkling water for now, thank you… oh… and a slice of lemon.” Mr. Miller’s lips curve up slightly.
“Same for me.” I look at him and smile at our private joke.
“Lemon, huh?” I ask after our waitress leaves.
Mr. Miller chuckles, “What can I
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