Olivia woke up first. She was comfortable and didn’t want to stir, but when her eyes fluttered open and she found herself cuddled up next to Yasin, she suddenly felt even it even more imperative to stay still. The warmth radiating from his body made her feel calm and relaxed. It had been a long time since she had been this close to a man.

All told, the night before had been one of the best nights she’d had in years. They had watched her favorite movie. They had talked through the night. And, it had all felt so natural.

She was starting to feel as though her decision to take the job and move out here had been the right one, after all. Of course, it had been less than 24 hours since she’d arrived on the property, and she had yet to meet Yasin’s parents or the press. The difficult parts were all to come. Putting on the public face and getting pregnant seemed like impossible tasks at the moment, but if she was going to do it with anyone, Olivia was glad that it was with someone so thoughtful and kind.

Yasin shifted slightly in his sleep, rolling toward her in the process. She tried to keep still so she wouldn’t wake him, but the sweet, woodsy aroma of his cologne took her breath away. She inhaled through her mouth.

The slight movement must have awoken him, because his eyes fluttered open. They stared at each other for a moment.

“Oh,” he said groggily, his voice husky. “Sorry.” He let go of her and shifted his body weight so he could sit upright. Olivia did the same. “I didn’t mean to—I mean, we just met, and I…”

She chuckled. “Me too,” she said. “Sorry.”

His eyes moved from her face to the clock behind her. She watched them dart back and forth between it and her.

“We should get going,” he said. “My dad is planning breakfast for us this morning, so we should both get dressed.”

“Does that mean that you’re going to introduce me at breakfast?” she asked.

He nodded. “Don’t you get all quiet, on me though,” he said, smiling gently. “There’s no reason to be nervous. Remember that you’re going to be spending a lot of time around my family, so you’ll want to make sure to give a good impression, but most importantly, be yourself. If you pretend to be someone else, you’re going to have to keep that charade up for the entire length of…well, our charade,” he said.

They both laughed.

“I get it,” she said. She knew he was trying to put her at ease, but what he was actually doing was making her more nervous. Olivia tried her best to shrug it off. “I’m afraid that I don’t know what to wear, though. To make a good first impression, I mean. If it were up to me, I would just show up in my favorite yellow sundress.”

“My father is pretty traditional, so I would err on the side of conservative. Oh, I did stock your closet with some clothes by local designers, but you don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to. I just wanted to give you the option.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” Olivia said, beaming at him. “But how did you know my—”

“I chatted with your sister,” he said casually, taking her hand. “I called her before you left. I know that your sister is important to you, so I wanted to make sure she understood that I was going to take good care of you while you’re here. I know that you’re your own person, but I wanted to get her blessing, too.”

Olivia nodded. “That’s so thoughtful. And to think that you convinced her over the phone! Jen can be so stubborn. She must really think you’re a good guy if you could convince her that I would be fine. She was so worried when I first told her.” A chuckle escaped her lips. “I guess that’s why she didn’t fight me as much when it was time to leave. I was expecting her to try to talk me out of it again, but she didn’t.”

Yasin gave her a dazzling smile, and Olivia excused herself so she could shower and get ready. The previous day was a blur of traveling and luxurious amenities. Not to mention, movies and snacks.

When she finally found her way back to her bedroom, it was almost as if she had never seen it before. Her bags and suitcases were piled into a corner of the large room. In the center was a large four-poster bed which was covered with a beautiful red duvet with matching sheets and pillows. A large window was dressed with white lace curtains and another layer of beige linen.

There was also a writing desk, an armoire, and a wardrobe, all of which were made of a deep cherry-stained wood. She had never seen such beautiful furniture before—all of her furniture back home was made of particle board and bought from a big box store. She ran her fingers along the finish of the bedpost. It was probably handmade just for the palace.

She quickly grabbed a few things from her bags and scurried to the bathroom so she could jump in the shower. Making them late for breakfast wouldn’t be the best first impression. Olivia flipped the switch for the bathroom light and shut the door, marveling once again at the contrast between this room and her bathroom back home.

Back home, the shower and bath were combined. There was only one dingy sink, and the bathroom mirror was cracked. Here, there was a claw-foot tub with a bronze, floor-mounted faucet; all of the faucets and handles in the bathroom were bronze, which complemented the stone tile. The shower had glass doors and an oversized rain shower head. Next to the door was a deep sink with a large mirror. If she had ever dreamed of having the perfect bathroom when she was younger, this would be it.

A sigh left her lips. “I feel like a princess,” she said as she looked longingly at the bathtub. “We’ll have our time soon,” she said to it, “but at this point a shower is going to have to do.”

* * *

Olivia stood in the foyer, waiting for Yasin. She smoothed her eggshell sundress and adjusted her mustard-colored cardigan. Any downtime that she’d had that morning had been spent trying not to drool over the house, and this was no exception as she gawked at the chandelier that hung over her head.

“Sorry,” Yasin said as he walked up to her. He placed his phone in his pocket. “Business calls.”

He placed one hand on her back and gently led her toward the door, using the other hand to open it. Outside, a black sedan was waiting for them. A driver stood next to the passenger’s side door and opened it for Olivia. Meanwhile, Yasin walked around to the other side and hopped in behind the driver’s seat.

The ride to his father’s house didn’t take very long, which almost disappointed Olivia. The previous day had gone surprisingly well and easily. She didn’t want to think about her luck running out while at breakfast.

“Your dad didn’t remarry after his second wife left, right?” she whispered.

“No, it’s just him and Rashad.”

“Rashad still lives with him?” she asked.

Yasin nodded. “I told you he was a bit of a playboy, but I guess I didn’t really expand on that.”

“What does he do for a living?” Olivia asked.

The driver laughed. Yasin joined in.

“He doesn’t,” he replied. “My brother is resourceful but he’s not motivated to do any hard work. Growing up, his favorite phrase was, ‘Oh, but that sounds like effort.’ And then he would promptly walk away to do something more fun.”

“From what you’ve told me, your father doesn’t seem like the type to handle that well.”

He shook his head. “He gave up trying to convince Rashad to do something with his life long ago. As long as Rashad doesn’t ask him for money, my father is content to leave him be.” He paused. “At least, for the time being.”

Olivia wanted to delve further, but she didn’t feel comfortable doing so with the driver in such close proximity. She knew she could get away with a few questions without the driver wondering how long they had known each other. But if she kept asking questions, she was worried that he would begin to suspect that something was up. It was way too early in the plan for it to start falling apart now.

“I’m excited to meet them,” she said instead.

“It’s okay to be nervous, too,” he whispered. “But try to shake it off as best you can. My father might seem like a…” He stopped as he searched for the correct term. “My father can be somewhat uptight,” he said finally, “but he means well.” He cleared his throat. “At least, I like to think that he does.”

The car pulled up to a large mansion—bigger than Yasin’s. It drove around the circle driveway and finally stopped right in front of the walkway leading up to the front door.

Why do they have such big houses for only two people? Olivia thought. Until yesterday, Yasin only lived by himself.

The property itself looked rather large as well. Despite the hot, dry climate of Rebayah, there was a lush garden out front. Hedges lined the property, just inside wrought-iron gates.

The driver opened the door for her, and she stepped out and waited for her “fiancé” to walk around before she started walking toward the entrance of the large estate. Hand in hand, he led her to the front door and opened it quietly.

Pulling her aside as they crossed the threshold, Yasin looked her in the eye. “Just a second,” he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box. “I picked this up at a small antique shop in Texas. When I asked your sister about your size, I also asked her about your style. She said that you liked to go antiquing, so I figured that you might like a ring with some history behind it.”

He opened the ring box. Nestled inside was a gold ring with a large square-cut diamond centered in smaller diamonds.

“Oh my God,” was all she could manage.

“Olivia,” he said. “Will you be my fake wife?”

They both snickered. “Well, I signed the contract already,” she whispered.

His smile was from ear to ear as he slipped it onto her finger.

“Perfect fit,” he said with satisfaction.

The sound of heels against hardwood caught their attention. Yasin spun around. As he did, he slipped the box into his pocket.

“Nylah,” he said. He reached behind him and grabbed Olivia’s hand. He gave her a familiar, reassuring squeeze.

Olivia froze. She hadn’t prepared enough for this. The lump in her throat got bigger and prevented her from saying anything.

She stared at the beautiful young woman who had to only be about five years younger than herself. Nylah had long brown hair which had large, soft curls in it. Golden highlights were picked up by the sunlight which shone through the large windows. Her dress was beautiful and vibrant with purple, yellow, and orange fabric intertwining and layering over each other, forming flattering geometric shapes.

She reached both arms out, welcoming Olivia. “Well, hello there,” she said. Her eyes darted from Olivia’s face to Yasin’s. “And who’s this lovely lady?”

“This is Olivia. Olivia, this is my sister, Nylah.”

Nylah quickly walked up to Olivia and gave her a hug. “You’re so pretty! Much prettier than the last girl he brought home.”

“Nylah!” he scolded.

“I didn’t like her. She was snotty.”

“Nylah, seriously.”

His sister waved off his protests. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. He brought her by a few years ago. Father and I were starting to worry that Yasin might not be interested in women. Or men. Or any type of relationship.”

“Stop being melodramatic,” Yasin said, rolling his eyes.

She turned to Olivia. “Seriously though, you look much friendlier than his last girl. I hope you’ll stick around.”

Olivia turned to Yasin, then back to Nylah. “I hope so, too,” she said.

Nylah reached down and took Olivia’s hands with hers. “Come, come,” she said. “Sit next to me at the ta—” she stopped and pulled her hand up to her face. She stared at the ring and then, speechless, turned to Yasin. “Are you kidding?” she finally said in a loud whisper. “Is that an engagement ring? That’s so…”

She looked from the ring, to Olivia, to Yasin, then back to the ring again.

“First of all,” she said, “that thing is gorgeous. The ring is pretty nice, too,” she said with a wink. She elbowed her brother who rolled his eyes again.

“Cute,” he said.

“Father’s going to flip,” she said to him. Her eyes met Olivia’s. “If my big brother asked you to marry him, you must be an amazing woman,” she said. “You seem like the best that he’s ever brought home, anyway.”

“I’m sure that Father will just be happy that I’m in a relationship,” Yasin said. “Don’t make Olivia more nervous than she is.”

She nodded and gave Olivia another hug. “Don’t worry. I’m on your side, too.” She motioned to her brother. “He might not look like he’s happy, but I’ve never seen him this ecstatic before.” She laughed. “But you know all this. He can be such a stone cold fox, right?”

Olivia chuckled nervously. “Yeah,” she said. “He’s usually all business.”

“Maybe you can change that one of these days,” Nylah said. She grabbed hold of Olivia’s hand. “You ready?”

Olivia nodded.

“If you don’t mind,” Yasin began. He reached for Olivia’s other hand. “I would like to escort my fiancée into the dining room.”

Nylah let go of her hand.

“Fine,” she said. She took a deep breath and walked forward, leading the three of them toward the dining area. “Father really went all out this morning,” she said. “He heard that you were bringing a girl, but I don’t think he realized that it wasn’t just any girl. He hasn’t met you yet, has he, Olivia?”

“You’re the first of the family that I’ve met,” Olivia replied.

She was glad that Nylah made her feel welcome and comfortable, considering that the house alone made her feel out of place. She had thought Yasin’s home was a little over the top in terms of size and décor, but it was nothing compared to the luxury of his father’s house.

The dining room was more of a hall. It was long and almost looked as if it was built perfectly around the long dining room table which ran the length of the space. There were a number of chairs along each side of the table. In addition to it, there was also a coffee cart and a curio cabinet filled with extra plates and dinnerware.

At the head of the table, at the other end of the room, a somewhat portly older man stood up and waved the trio over. Olivia followed Yasin and Nylah to him. As they got closer, she began to see the resemblance between Yasin and his father, who shared the same nose, strong jawline, and smile as his son.

Formal introductions were made. First his father, Maalik, then his younger brother, Rashad. Olivia might have been nervous about pleasing the Sheikh’s father, but it was his brother that she should have worried about. Rashad—who was friendly to Yasin—seemed almost cold to her. When they all sat down, Olivia found herself seated across the table from him. She felt only a little better when Yasin sat down next to her, across the table from his sister.

As soon as they began to eat, everyone—save for Rashad—warmed up to her quickly. The spread was lavish. There were local dishes as well as American dishes which, Olivia assumed, had been included so as to make her feel more welcome.

Looking around at the well-dressed family and the vast quantities and varieties of food, Olivia suddenly felt ill-prepared and underdressed. She had chosen conservative attire for Yasin’s father’s sake, but she wished in that moment that she’d perhaps chosen something more glamorous. She was supposed to be marrying into a royal family, what with Yasin being a sheikh and all.

Despite her insecurities (and Rashad’s cold glances), Olivia tried her best to play the dutiful fiancée. To her advantage, it was easy—almost natural—for her to be comfortable around Yasin. They laughed and cracked jokes. She even did the little things: holding his hand, modest flirting, and loving glances.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from us,” Maalik said.

“Oh, Father,” Nylah said. “That’s our job as your children, no matter how old we are.”

“Yasin,” Rashad said, his voice soft but stern. He stared at Olivia but spoke to his brother. “Not too long ago, you were complaining about having to get married,” he said. “And now this? And now her?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Yasin explained. He took a sip of his coffee. “And I had to wait until Olivia could fly in. It worked, didn’t it?”

Rashad nodded, though he didn’t look completely convinced.

“What took so long, then?” Maalik asked.

“That was my fault,” Olivia said, thinking that it was her turn to say something. “I was just so nervous to meet a ruling family. I was afraid that you wouldn’t approve of me. I’m just a small-town girl from Dallas, after all.”

Dallas was a rather large city, of course, but since it was all that she knew, it felt small compared to this new foreign place. It made her feel uncultured and small. Despite the charade that she and Yasin were concocting, this was one of the most truthful things would come out of her mouth during the meal.

Yasin’s father waved his hand. “As long as you make my son happy—”

“As long as!” Nylah repeated loudly, sputtering the words out while holding back a laugh.

“Since when—” Rashad started, but he was interrupted.

Maalik shot them a look and cleared his throat. “Have you chosen a date for the wedding yet?” he asked, ignoring the remarks from his other children.

Olivia stifled a snicker and took a sip of her orange juice. She glanced at Yasin and took the lead on the answer.

“We talked about it,” she said. “We both agreed on an intimate wedding in the next couple of weeks.”

“Intimate?!” Maalik said. “No, no. That won’t do. Not for a sheikh. We will plan the most extravagant wedding Rebayah has ever seen.” He motioned to Yasin. “For my first born, we will pull out all the stops.” He turned to Nylah and whispered, “That is the right saying, yes?”

Nylah waved her hand dismissively and chuckled. “If you want, I’ll help you start the planning process, if you haven’t already. Who are you going to invite from Texas?”

Olivia looked at her plate. “No one,” she said. “I mean, I would love to have my sister here, but Rebayah is too far for her to travel.”

“We can’t have a wedding without your family!” Nylah said.

She shook her head. “It’s just my sister and I,” she replied. “And I’m afraid that she’s ill. She won’t be able to fly this distance.” She paused. “But, we can have a small reception in Texas after the big wedding.”

Nylah’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I’m so excited!”

Yasin gave Olivia’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She was starting to get used to those. It was a welcome comfort since she could feel her anxieties rise at the thought of a large wedding. The more people were involved, the bigger the wedding, and the more of a chance that things could go wrong. They looked at each other nervously.

“Don’t worry,” Nylah said, her voice optimistic and happy. “You don’t have to do this alone, Olivia! I’ll help you. We can leave the boys to their business and we can plan this wonderful and blessed event.”

Nylah is more excited than I am, Olivia thought to herself. I should probably show a little more enthusiasm.

She gave Yasin’s sister a forced smile.

The rest of the breakfast was filled with lively talk about the local happenings around town and their plans for the day. It was sweet and reminded Olivia of what it had been like to have family dinners when she was a kid. Her parents and sister would sit around the table with her. Her father would go on and on about work, and her mother would tell him to stop bringing work home with him. They would talk about weekend plans. Jennifer and Olivia would try their best to convince their parents that they needed a dog.

Things changed as they got older. Her dad wasn’t home for dinner as often after he got promoted to senior partner at his firm. When Olivia had been in high school, her mother had begun pulling double shifts at the restaurant she worked at in order to gain favor with her boss. She’d wanted to own her own restaurant one day, but she’d needed managerial experience.

Years later, after Jennifer got her diagnosis, the family had started to spend more time at home. There’s nothing like illness or family tragedy to make people put their priorities in perspective again. It had been wonderful to be able to see her family regularly again. Especially since it was only a few months after that when her parents had been in the car crash that had taken their lives.

* * *

After breakfast with Yasin’s family, Olivia walked with her fiancé out to their black sedan. The driver stood outside of the passenger’s side door, just as he had before. Olivia wondered if he had been standing there the whole time. She had worked as a waitress, so she knew what it was like to have to wait on people and be at their beck and call. It was almost as if you were expected to either read their minds or just patiently await orders.

“Abdul,” Yasin said, addressing the driver. “What are you doing this afternoon? Do you have plans?”

The tall, stoic man shook his head. “No, sir.”

“I told you to stop calling me sir,” Yasin said with a small sigh. “Anyway, I know that your wedding anniversary is soon, is it not?”

“It is…”

“Have you bought Asma a gift yet?” he asked.

Abdul shook his head.

“Well how about this? I want to take Olivia out on the town today. You know, show her the sights, the museums, the ruins…give her a feel for what Rebayah’s all about.”

Abdul nodded.

“How about I give you the day off? You can take the day to find the perfect present for your wife. I’ll get to stretch my legs and show Olivia around. Agreed?”

Abdul gave him a deep bow. “That would be most helpful and generous, sir—I mean, thank you. I appreciate your consideration.”

“It’s nothing,” Yasin said, smiling. “It’s also slightly selfish, because I would like to spend some time alone with my fiancée.”

Abdul smiled at Olivia. “Yes, of course.” He nodded yet again and opened the door for her.

After dropping Abdul off at his car, Yasin took her out into the town. He seemed excited to show her his city. Olivia was reminded of the times when her sister had been able to leave the house and visit her at work—no matter which job it was. Olivia had always been excited to show her around, and to show her off.

Yasin was clearly proud of his city. He also seemed proud of his fiancée, as he showed no hesitation in holding her hand in public while they walked through the old palaces and the historical ruins in Rebayah.

It took all of Olivia’s willpower to be able to keep her giddy emotions under control. Her previous boyfriends hadn’t treated her this well. Of course, certain things needed to be taken into consideration, like the fact that her first boyfriend was in high school and her only other relationship had been during her short stint in college. After she’d stopped going to school, her whole life had been centered around her sister.

Having someone spend their time and money on her was a welcome change, but Olivia couldn’t help feeling just a tad guilty.

“Aren’t you having fun?” Yasin asked when they pulled up to one of Rebayah’s finest art galleries. “Would you rather we go somewhere else?” A genuine look of concern was etched across his face.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” she said, feeling even worse. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking about…” She sighed. “My sister. Here I am, having this great time, while my sister is back in Texas. She’s probably in pain or—”

“I understand,” Yasin said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his world clock app. “Here,” he said. After checking a few details, he pulled her sister’s cellphone number up on his phone. “It’s the middle of the morning there right now. Why don’t you give her a call? Video chat her, even.” He pointed to the small icon on his phone. “I’ll leave you here to do this—so you can have some privacy—and I’ll just wait for you inside. It’ll give me a chance to talk to the curator about a small matter, anyway.”

“I couldn’t—”

“It’ll give you peace of mind, and it’ll make me feel better, also.” He handed her the phone. “I did promise to take care of you, so if you could reassure her, that would make me feel better.” He touched her shoulder and smiled before leaving the car and walking toward the doors of the museum.

The video chat did make her feel better. “I can’t talk too much longer,” Olivia said after she had filled her sister in about her insecurities with breakfast and the amazing mansion that she was now living in. “The Sheikh—I mean, Yasin—is waiting for me inside.”

Her sister nodded. It was nice to see her face. She reassured Olivia that she was having a good day and that the treatments were going well. “I miss you,” Jennifer said as they ended the call.

Olivia had a spring in her step as she walked up to the museum steps. Yasin was waiting for her right inside the glass doors.

“How is your sister?” he asked.

She handed him back his phone. “Good,” she said. “Really good.”

“It’s nice to see you smile,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Tell me the truth, though.”

“I’ll always be honest with you,” she said. Olivia bit her lip. She hadn’t realized how cheesy that sounded until she said it aloud. “I mean, yeah. Of course.”

“Are you having a good time? Rebayah is known for its art and architecture, so I wanted to show you all of that. But I don’t want to bore you if you aren’t interested.”

“I love all of this,” she said. “Dallas has some wonderful things to offer, but this is amazing. Your country is beautiful.” She hugged him—a surprising gesture that made them both pause. She was about to let go, but he held on.

“I want to show you some of my favorite pieces,” he said. “I’m probably rushing this. I mean, I’m sure that you want to see the whole museum. But I do want to show you this particular painting first and, well, let’s be honest. Rushing things has become a staple in our relationship so far, hasn’t it?”

She laughed. “Yeah, I suppose it has.”

He led her through a few rooms before arriving in a rather large space with a handful of paintings on the walls. The furthest wall housed a beautiful landscape piece encased in a gilded frame.

“It’s from the 1800s,” Yasin explained. As soon as his eyes fell upon the painting, his voice felt far away. His hazel eyes twinkled as they scanned the various brush strokes and colors. “It looks extraordinary now, but back when the artist first painted it, it was unheard of. Her style. The colors that she used. Most of the paintings that came out of that period—from Rebayan artists, anyway—were monochrome. Shades of brown and beige. It was chic to paint that way. But this artist didn’t care. She just wanted to paint what was in her heart. She wanted to paint the world the way that she saw it.”

They walked up to it. With her in front of him, he placed his hands on her waist as he continued to describe the history behind the painting. Olivia tried to focus on the colors that the artist had used when painting the lake and various vegetation. She recognized some of the flowers and foliage around the lake from the flowers that were planted on Yasin’s father’s property. These were native plants.

“Is this a real place, here?” she asked.

“Yes, but I’m afraid that the lake has dried up. It’s an empty bed now, and all of that vegetation is gone.”

She could feel his breath against her ear as he continued to speak softly, not wanting to disturb the other museum-goers that walked into the room. He leaned close to her. She could feel the heat from his chest against her back. His touch. His warmth. It all felt so natural and so comforting.

“Do you recognize the artist’s name?” he asked.

“Aliya bin Taab?” she read aloud. “You’re related to the artist?”

Yasin nodded and his eyes gleamed with pride.

“She is from my father’s side of the family.” He shrugged. “Most of my family doesn’t really care about any of this, though. My father was the one that donated the painting in the first place. But I’m so proud to be related to someone who could create something so beautiful and progressive. Those colors are so dynamic. The style is so original.”

Olivia looked back at him. His cheeks flushed. “I think it’s great,” she said. “I could never paint anything like that. Are you an artist?”

He shook his head. “I wanted to be a painter when I was a child, but it’s not incredibly lucrative.” He pursed his lips and sighed through his nose. “Or lucrative at all. My father wasn’t impressed with my choice in professions, so he…encouraged me…to go into the family business.” Yasin shrugged. “It turned out well.”

“You don’t even paint in your spare time?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t have time.”

Olivia felt her heart swell. He was trying so hard to make her feel welcome and happy with her new life in Rebayah. She couldn’t stand the idea of him not being happy. To think that he didn’t have time to paint but he was going to make time to watch a movie with her each week! He was going to make time to raise a child. She suddenly felt closer to him.

Yasin’s gaze went from the painting to her face. “All right,” he said. “On with the tour!”

“Thank you,” she said suddenly, the words slipping out of her mouth before she could control her tongue. “Thanks for showing me this and for taking me around today. For making me feel at home here.”

The corners of his lips rose slightly.

“Of course,” he said. “This is nothing compared to what you’re doing for me.” He took her hand. “Come on,” he said. “I bet we can even find something nice in the gift shop for Jennifer.”

Olivia giggled as she smiled from ear to ear.

* * *

After the museum, and a trip to the bazaar to find some things to ship back to Olivia’s sister, they were both famished.

“Dinner?” he asked her as they plopped down in the bucket seats of the black sedan.

She nodded. “I’m starving.”

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

“Just in time,” he said. “I made reservations at one of the finest restaurants here. We have just enough time to drop all this stuff off, do a wardrobe change, and head out to dinner.”

Olivia’s seat belt clicked into place.

“I’m not sure if I have anything to wear to a fancy dinner,” she said.

“Well, take a look in your wardrobe and your closet,” he said as he started the car. “Hopefully you can find something that you like.”