Soft and flowing.
The neckline sweeps into a sweetheart shape that Sabrina insisted made my “assets look heavenly.”
Thin, draped sleeves slip off my shoulders.
My hair is curled.
Glossy.
And I've worn more makeup than I normally do.
Not because I want attention.
Not because I need validation.
Because I wanted to feel beautiful tonight.
Because I wanted him to look at me and smile.
And honestly?
I miss him.
I know he's been working so hard.
I know the investigation isn't finished—in fact, Joel Jonas is MIA and honestly, good riddance.
So, yeah, I know Kai is busy.
But I still miss him.
Because apparently I'm one of those women now.
The ones who stare at the entrance waiting for their man.
God help me.
“You're doing it again.”
I jump.
Sabrina laughs beside me.
“What?”
“Watching the door.”
“I'm not.”
“You absolutely are.”
I sigh.
“Fine.”
She grins.
“You love him.”