chapter one hundred and forty-five

Justin's POV

"You could make some changes to the menu as well, give it a more family-friendly look, you know…" I listen to Ingrid's ideas, who couldn't stop talking, leaning over the table, relaxed. She was wearing a beautiful Royal blue dress and had pinned her straight hair in a slightly messy hairstyle, but it left her face exposed, while the light makeup enhanced her light eyes.

"I think you should install a bathroom for mothers to change their babies, you know, with those big changing tables and even a small shower," she said excitedly, waving her hands.

"I like that," I comment. But I wasn't paying much attention; I was more focused on her dress, which kept rising every time she gestured with her hand. It was long, a bit too modest, with a slightly more modest and cute profile, but nothing I couldn't rip off with my hands.

"What do you think?" This time I hadn't even heard what she was commenting on; my eyes were fixated on her breasts. Despite the dress not having a neckline, I