Becca.
“Sofia's having dinner with us?" I repeated, watching as James tied a very smart tie around his neck.
“Yes. She's a guest. I thought it would be a good opportunity for her to meet and spend time with the family," James replied, flipping his collar back down and pulling on a jacket.
I'd come into James's room, all ready to tell him off, only to see him putting on one of his sexiest suits. My little green monster began causing me to panic. Was he dressing up for her?
“So, is this some kind of formal dinner?" I asked.
James glanced over at me. “No. You can wear what you like."
“Then why are you all dressed up?" I demanded.
“We remain in black for a mourning period of one year here, Becca. The funeral hasn't even happened yet. I'm just showing my respect," James said.
Yeah, right. I stiffened m……
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