What would the dynamic between his father and me be?
How much different than what it is now would actually be?
I was right. The man doesn’t care about anything or anyone except his life and his business. His money, in particular.
He doesn’t even need to pretend he does.
I’m not sure he’ll let Shauna go away that easily. And not because he has profound feelings for her but because he is used to controlling people, and she is no exception.
My skin crawls at the idea of becoming close to him just because I’m close to Kai.
It’s something I choose not to think about… a lot.
Maybe it won’t happen.
If it does, I’ll need to figure out what to do at that point. With that, I turn around and look at my clothing options.
I’ve worn almost every item I brought from New York at least once. I skip the party dresses and move past my black cocktail dress.
I wish I knew we’d go out. I would’ve bought something new. We could probably dine here, but I like his idea of eating out.
Just him and me.
The idea cheers me up. But what should I wear?
Had I not spent the entire day with him, I could’ve gone shopping.
Well… Figure it out, Raven.
I dig into my suitcase and go over the few pieces left. A pencil skirt and a top. That might do.
Let’s see. Can I make it work?
I shed my bathrobe and move to the mirror.
Quickly, I put my slim-fit top and my tailored skirt on. A wide band of fabric wraps around my shoulders like a bateau neckline, tiny buttons closing the top at the front.
The skirt is cream, and the top is black.
It would’ve been better the other way around, but it looks good this way too.
My heels are black.
I put everything on.
I’m still wearing Alejandro’s necklace and Francisco’s ring, and with my hair and tan, I very much look like a dancer, except that my skirt is more business-like.
It looks good. The more I peer at it, the more satisfied I am.
I peel everything off and glance at the time on my phone.
The sky becomes a blaze of purple and flamingo pink above the horizon. It’s time to take a shower and get ready.