Tricia POV

All that should be on my mind is escaping, not love.

The day got clear, and Morgan walked down. He had a suit on while I hadn't gotten dressed.

"Here," he said tossing an orange cloth to me. What does he want me to do with the clothes?

"What is this for?" I asked, my eyes not meeting his gaze.

"I will be back in the evening with some of my friends, and will like you to wear this to meet us," he said moving close to me, and gave me a peck.

To his surprise, I reciprocated ...