88: Date Night
Fenella’s POV
I waited alone in the room. I had thought tonight would be fun with Laird before we went to the restaurant. But reality struck; we ended up arguing, and now Laird has gone out to smoke while I finish getting ready.
I wore a knee-length red dress with a low neckline and black high-heeled shoes. My hair was curled into sexy waves using a curling iron, quite different from my usual straight look. My lips were rosy, and my makeup was flawless.
It was silly of me to think tonight would be enjoyable. Honestly, I didn't expect Laird to become so jealous, especially of Alan. This was the first time a man had been so possessive of me. It made me happy in a way, but I didn't like it if Laird became furious.
A notification beeped. It was Laird's message. I swallowed nervously, afraid he might cancel our dinner plans.
'I'm in the lobby. Come down.'
Oh, thank goodness.
With that message, I grabbed my small black purse. I sprayed perfume on my wrists two more times before heading down

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