Part 3
Eight-thirty p.m.
I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my reflection and wondering if how I looked was okay enough for my meet-up with Aaron Hart. I was in a black silk dress with a hollow chest that showed just about a hint of my cleavages. It has slim hands and left my shoulders bare. The outfits hugged every curve I had from up to down. It doubled in size after I had Zion and though I thought it would leave in its time; it hadn’t. I wasn’t complaining.
My dirty blonde hair I held up in a loose bun, letting a few curls fall onto my shoulders. I applied a little make-up and touch my lips with red lipstick and my lashes with black mascara. I needed to look my best and though I felt as if this was too much; I reminded myself the man I was going to meet was Aaron Hart. He might have seemed like a normal man five years ago, but he was a businessman, a multimillionaire, and I didn’t want to appear wretched before him.