I stood in front of my full-length mirror, adjusting the strap of my red dress for the third time. The fabric hugged my curves perfectly, and the neckline dipped low enough to catch attention without being inappropriate.
My hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders, and I'd gone for smoky eyes that made me feel bold and confident.
This was our first real date, even if it was staged for the cameras. My stomach fluttered with nerves as I slipped on my black heels and grabbed my clutch.
I made my way downstairs, the click of my heels echoing in the quiet house. Axel was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
His eyes widened when he saw me, and he cleared his throat. "You look... stunning."
Heat rose to my cheeks, but I managed to stay composed and offered a smile. "You clean up nice yourself."
"Ready for our performance?" he asked, offering me his arm.
