#Chatper 457 – Preparations

Ella I jump almost out of my skin when Sinclair bangs through our bedroom door. I spin with the baby in my arms, my eyes wide. Sinclair’s clearly all worked up as he slams the door behind him, his eyes instantly fixed on me, looking me up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, his voice angry, though I can tell that he’s not mad at me – he’s just worked up at what must have been a very stressful day. “Like what?” I ask, looking down at myself. I’m wearing what I think is my most conservative dress – black, floor length with a little bit of a train behind me, with long sleeves and a crew neck that cuts across my collar bones, showing nothing beneath. “Well, you look beautiful, Ella,” Sinclair bites out, glaring at me a little like it’s an accusation. I blink at him for a moment, my eyebrows raising. “Is that a problem, Dominic?” “Why are you all dressed up?” he growls, crossing to me. “I just thought that I’d get ready, in case I am supposed to go to dinner –“ “