Racheal hurried out of the shower and ransacked the closet for a suitable dress.

“Will journalists be there?” She asked.

“I think so, it is an official visit, however impromptu.” Steffan appeared at the closet door, watching her.

“Steffan.” She grumbled. “You could have told me earlier. There was enough time to get ready.”

“You know, when you call my name like that..” He said.

She gave him a look, and he laughed. “They can wait. I would have them wait hours ...