Chapter 427
Judy’s POV
“I can’t believe he’s actually taking you on a date,” Nan said, a bright smile on her face. “Why are you so nervous? This is a good thing!”
“Is it though?” I asked, I looked at myself in the mirror feeling a sense of unease in the pit of my belly. It was strange because Gavin didn’t really give me much of a choice. I explained how he asked me out to Nan, and she thought it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard of.
It was kind of romantic where Gavin was concerned; he didn’t do romance… he didn’t do dating. So, I was confused as to why he wanted to take me out. From my understanding, we weren’t in a real relationship; so, why the sudden change of heart? My heartbeat was wildly against my chest as I thought about Gavin and what was expected for tonight’s date. I wanted it to go well… I wanted him to see a different side of me. One that maybe he could actually see a future; but I worried that maybe this was some kind of setup. Like there was an alternative plan that I wasn’t seeing.
I just didn’t understand why he suddenly wanted to take me on a date.
But Nan didn’t seem to think there was an alternative motive; she was just happy that I was finally going out on a date with Gavin Landry, despite myself.
I turned to look at her, my eyes pouring their concern into hers and her expression softened along with her brightened smile.
“You look beautiful Judy,” she told me softly, referring to the dress I was wearing.
One problem with him not telling me anything about this date was that I had no idea what to wear. I glanced down at the casual dress I was wearing, hoping that it worked for whatever it was we were doing. Knowing Gavin, he was most likely taking me to a fancy restaurant to wine and dine me. He was a rich billionaire who owned the largest company in the world; I knew this date was not going to be cheap.
I turned back to the mirror to look at my hair. I had it pulled back and out of my face; it curled down my back and landed just above my hipbone. He liked it when my hair was down, but I also didn’t want it in my face, so I figured this was a happy medium.
Ugh, since when did I care about what Gavin liked?
I just wanted to melt away and let the ground swallow me.
There was a knock on my bedroom door and I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Soon, Sammy walked into my room.
“Do you have everything you need for tonight?” She asked curiously as she looked between me and Nan. “Is there anything I can do for you? I am your handmaiden after all.”
I smiled at her; the new role of her being my maid was weird for us both.
“No,” I assured her. “Thank you though. I think I have everything. I just need to grab my purse.”
Sammy was quick to retrieve my purse. I took a deep breath and turned towards my friends, the nervousness never leaving my expression.
“It’s going ot be fine,” Nan assured me, giving me a quick hug, careful not to mess up my hair or anything. “Just relax and try to have fun.”
I nodded, giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
I walked downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the front door opening and Gavin letting himself into the mansion. It was his mansion after all, so he had every right to let himself in, even if he wasn’t actually living here. swnovel.net
I was expecting him to wear an elegant suit that made me feel underdressed, so I was surprised when I saw that he was wearing a casual pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt that left no mystery of the defined muscles beneath his shirt. His hairwas styled in a way that looked tousled, but
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I was used to this level of casualness from him, and it made me furrow my brows. Though he was casual, he looked amazing, and my heart skipped a beat.
As he took me in, his eyes poured into mine; I saw that they were dark and filled with something I couldn’t quite distinguish. For a moment, neither of us said anything; we only stared at one another with an awestruck expression.
“I need to get my shoes,” I told him, pointing to the shoe wrack across the front foyer, my hands trembling slightly.
“Wear something comfortable. No heals,” he told me.
I raised my brows at his words,
confused by this. I assumed a date with Gavin Landry meant something elegant and worthy, but I’m beginning to think I might have been wrong. Did I hear him incorrectly when he told me he was taking me on a date? Maybe this wasn’t an actual date.