Satisfied, she hurried into the bedroom. With a quick glance at the clock, she snatched up the dove gray cocktail dress she’d laid out earlier.Giving a quick prayer to the please-let-it-still-fit fairy, she stepped into the dress and shimmied it up her body. Made of ballet-slipper satin, the strapless gown had been custom-fitted for her fifteenth class reunion last year so that it hugged all of her curves.Chloe breathed a sigh of relief as the zipper closed without protest.Smoothing the satin over her hips, she then bent down and picked up the leather stilettos and matching clutch bag she’d chosen to wear that evening.As she entered the living room, the intercom buzzed in the kitchen.She hurried over to answer it.“Are you ready, pigeon?” Tristan’s silky voice asked on the other end.“I’ll be right down,” she yelled.She checked herself over one more time in the hall mirror, before grabbing her things and leaving.When she stepped off the elevator, she was glad that Tristan’s back was to her for it gave her the opportunity to secretly admire him.
