Augustus arrived at the Harper estate the next afternoon expecting—well, I wasn't entirely certain what he expected.
I'd promised him a surprise.
I intended to deliver.
I emerged wearing an ivory silk blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers, with heels that made my legs look fantastic. My hair fell in glossy waves, and I'd spent the morning on proper makeup.
Augustus stepped out of the Aston Martin and paused.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself."
He did. Charcoal trousers, a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and that silver watch catching the afternoon light.
"Where are we going?"
"Shopping."
"Shopping?"
"Specifically, the Maison Lefèvre private collection preview."
"I see."
His expression shifted—subtly, but I caught it.
"You sound concerned."
"I'm reconsidering my expectations for the afternoon."
I laughed and closed the distance between us.
