CHAPTER 39

BLAIR POV

Hana slipped a pair of wide-leg palazzo trousers and a stylish, floral-print short sleeve on me. They fit like a glove, and Hana beamed with satisfaction, hands clasped under her chin.

“This is so perfect! Mr. Roman would definitely love this,” she gushed, rushing towards the curtain.

“I doubt Ronnell will have an opinion," I muttered.

"Of course he will. He asked for me to have you show him everything." She yanked the curtain aside, gesturing for me to follow. Reluctantly, I obeyed.

Ronnell was lounging on the couch, gently rocking the stroller. His eyes lifted from Nathan to meet mine.

"I'm told that you need to approve my clothing," I said calmly.

“I asked to see them and not approve of them,” he responded, scanning me from head to toe, but his expression was so inscrutable that I had no idea what his opinion was. “Do you like this?”

“I think so.” I spun around to look at myself in the wall mirrors, trying to focus on the clothes, while not being critical of my wild hair