Dario’s POV

“Be ready by seven in the evening,” I calmly spoke as I buttoned the cuffs of my shirt.

Emily’s voice came from the bed.. groggy, confused, and a little irritated. “Be ready for what?”

I glanced at her through the mirror. Her hair was a cute tangle of soft waves, the sheets was drawn halfway up her chest and the sunlight painted her in quiet beautiful golden temptation.

“You’ll see,” I simply replied as I slid my watch into place.

She narrowed her eyes at me. ...