The irritation in Edwin’s voice matched his cagey pacing. Hannah glanced at her reflection in the mirror that rested on the dresser and a frown marred the smooth lines of her face. “Almost.” Earlier in the evening, he had called on the concierge to help find them suitable formal clothing. An hour later, a high-end black tux was brought up for him and a Vera Wang dress was procured for her. She had never worn anything so expensive. Shivery flutters of anticipation crept over her skin as she fingered the rich fabric. Made of deep purple silk, the dress draped elegantly to the floor in soft folds of cloth. A halter neckline displayed her chest and brought out the green of her eyes while a wide cummerbund of black defined her waist. She wore the strappy silver sandals to complete the outfit. Would she be able to walk in them the whole night? Since her body type was much curvier than the designer’s usual buying public, a seamstress accompanied the clothing for the alterations.
