CHAPTER 164

ZYLIAH'S POV

"Do I really have to, Grandma?" I studied my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the gown really brought out my figure, but it didn't help my nerves about this dinner date.

Grandma Charlotte, stubborn as ever, had dolled me up for a dinner date with her godson.

Kevin Gilmore.

My gaze trailed down my reflection.

The red dress with slits so high it stopped a whisper away from the delicate curve of my femininity. It was strapless with a V that stopped at the small ...