“An adorable eggplant.” She blew me a kiss before saying her goodbyes.
* * *
I hadto watch the video six times to actually understand what the fashionista was getting at as she clipped, teased, and wrapped hair every which way. After going to the store twice and spending far more time on a ponytail than any woman ever should, my sprayed hair was held in place with what felt like a gallon of hairspray, and I only had minutes to spare.
Just as I was getting the dress off the hanger, my phone vibrated on my nightstand.
Logan: Need me to come up and zip that dress?
Me: I like your intuition.
Logan: Be there in 5.
I unlocked the door, leaving it ajar for Logan to just come in while I stood in the middle of my living room in my elegant gown.
Tapping at he opened the door, he slowly entered my small condo.
“Wow,” he said breathlessly while standing in the doorway.
“Good, huh?” I smirked at him as he took a couple of steps in.
He ran his hand over his face. “I don’t have words for it, but I know good isn’t a big enough word to do it justice.”
“Thank you. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” Logan was captivating in his tux, topping it off with a tidily trimmed beard and freshly cut hair.
“These things always make me feel so James Bond debonair.”
“It is very 007 of you.”
After zipping my dress up, Logan helped me get into the excessively tall heels the shop attendant had picked out for me.
“You might be carrying me by the end of the night.”
“Now I know what all that lifting weights was for over the years. Ready?”
Grabbing my new black purse off of the dining room table, I double-checked to make sure I’d remembered everything. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Your chariot awaits, milady.”
Logan held out his arm for me to take as we descended the three flights of stairs to the parking lot.
“I really need to talk to someone about installing an elevator at this place,” I complained, gingerly taking each step one at a time.
Logan hooked his arm around my waist, effortlessly whipping me into the air. “Can’t risk my date breaking her ankle before we even get to the gala.”
I giggled as he transported me down the last two flights with ease. “I think I’m going to keep you around just for the sheer convenience of never having to worry about pesky staircases ever again.”
“At least I’m good for something,” he teased, setting me down next to a white stretch limo as the driver—who himself wore a tux that included gloves—opened the door for us.
Climbing in, I noticed the chilled bottle of champagne right away.
“I could get used to this.”
Logan uncorked the bottle, filling two plastic flutes with bubbly. “There is always a silver lining to these events. Cheers, beautiful.”
Logan
Walkinginto the ballroom with Ari on my arm was simply perfect.
