The Other Surprise

Imogene Scott

The car comes to a smooth stop in front of the restaurant, and for a moment, I just sit there, staring at the entrance of Sadio Vouche. My heart feels like it’s caught between a slow, heavy thud and a rapid flutter, uncertain of how to steady itself.

I take a deep breath, adjusting the hem of my dress and running my fingers along the delicate fabric. It’s the one Keith sent to me. I tossed Damien’s own aside. Plus, this dress is perfect. It clings to my figure elegantly with just the right amount of allure.

The color being black makes me feel confident too—like I’m in control of myself tonight. I need that control. I need it more than ever.

Keith is already out of the car, walking around to open the door for me. “You ready?” he asks, flashing me a warm, reassuring smile as he offers his hand.

I take it, my fingers sliding into his, and step out of the car. The evening air is crisp but not cold, just enough to keep me alert. I’m ready for this. Tonight, I just nee