Page 37 of The Nanny and the Don
“Then I can open a day care for you,” I stated.
“King and Evie will both be in school by then. You won’t need me,” she said, unaware of how false her statement was.
“We’re going to a black-tie event tomorrow night,” I said, changing the subject.
“By we, do you mean me, or just you and the kids?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“I mean you and I.”
“Just us?” she questioned.
I chuckled. “Yes, Devlan.”
I stood because I needed to put some distance between us. I was getting too close and forgetting the nature of our arrangement. I had to move. Besides, I needed to get rid of the bloody shirt. As soon as we were no longer touching, I missed her warmth. It was time for me to shower and go to bed.
“Is it formal? I don’t know if I have anything to wear,” she stated.
“A team will be here tomorrow at four to help you get dressed. We leave at seven.”
“OK, I guess.”
“Good night, Devlan.”
Twelve
Devlan
For the past two hours, I had been poked and prodded by the team of people that Mr. Gray sent to get me ready for the event. It was a lot, but I had to admit that I kind of liked having my own glam squad to help me get dressed. Not only did they come ready to do my hair and makeup, but there was a stylist with a selection of dresses for me to wear.
I didn’t want to be too flashy, so I decided to go with black. Thankfully they had several black dresses to choose from. My hair was pinned up in a faux hawk with a few tendrils dangling on each side to give it a little sass. I loved everything about my look for the night even before they helped me get into the dress.
“Maybe I should try on some shapewear,” I said, looking at Ty, the stylist.
“Girl, stop. Your body is on point. Mr. Gray told us to keep you looking like yourself at the end of the day. I think he likes this body.”
“Did he really say that?” I asked, running my hand over the soft pudge at the bottom of my stomach.
“Yes, ma’am, and you know you look good as hell so stop fronting,” he confirmed.
“I’ve never been to a formal event. I guess I’m just kinda self-conscious.”
“It’s just like the prom, but for old folks,” he informed me.
I smiled softly before admitting, “I never went to the prom.”
“Well consider this your debut, baby girl,” Celeste, the makeup artist, chimed in.
“Let’s try something. Turn away from the mirror while we help you get into this dress,” Ty suggested.
“OK,” I agreed.
Once my back was to the mirror, both he and Celeste helped me put the dress on then turned me to face the mirror. My lips slightly parted as I took in my reflection. The off-the-shoulder mermaid-style dress was just simple enough to let my hair and makeup shine; at the same time, it was regal and glamorous. That was the look we were going for. They nailed it.
“See, I told you,” Ty raved.
“You’re beautiful, baby girl,” Celeste added.
“Thank you. I owe it to the three of you,” I said, referring to them and the hair stylist who was already gone for the night.
