Kiara's POV:

A few hours later, Zane is dressed, sitting on the bed in the room. I, on the other hand, find it difficult to pick out an outfit.

"How is this?" I ask, holding up a mini floral gown.

He gazes at me.

"You know you are perfect in whatever you wear," he says, and I sigh.

"Not helping," I say to him, then I find another black gown. "You are in black, so maybe I should put this on." I say, and he gets to his feet, walking up to me.

He grabs the purple floral gown from the couch, then ...