8 p.m.
They walked into Trinidad, the same hotel she'd once used for her father's event. Of course Fernando chose here. He really wanted to rub it in their faces.
Viviana stopped and turned to Nikolas.
The man was in a dazzling all black suit, the jacket taken off to hang on his arm, leaving his upper body in just his dress shirt and fitted waist coat.
He was staring at her with no expression on his face.
What? Didn't he like the dress? Viviana frowned. But he was the one who bought it. Far too expensive if she might add.
Now, why was he staring at her like that, frozen and doing nothing but gliding his eyes up and down her frame.
She shifted on her heels.
"Nikolas…"
He exhaled at the sound of his name and ran his eyes up and down her body. Yes, the dress was the one he had bought for her and she wore it so well like he'd imagined.
Rich burgundy, off shouldered, tight and snatched around the waist. She looked beautiful.
