~Abigail's POV~
"Are you nervous?" Darius teases, holding up two ties, one red, one black as if it's a life-or-death decision.
I give him a look as I struggle with my heels. "You've asked me that twice already."
He ignores my tone and waves the ties again.
"The black one," I say flatly, and he grins, tossing the red one aside before looping the black tie around his neck.
"So," he persists, "are you nervous?"
I groan. "No. I just don't see the point of dressing up for breakfast."
He chuckles under his breath. "Would you rather wear a bikini to breakfast?"
I glance up at him, and instantly regret it. His eyes are sweeping down my body with heated focus that makes me self-conscious even though I'm fully dressed.
I'm in a pair of black bootcut pants and a soft blue babydoll top, gold jewelry glinting against my skin completely decent. Yet under that gaze, I might as well be naked.
"No," I mutter, crossing my arms.
