Chapter Thirty-six

Fiona looked at the silky black dress she'd chosen for her date. It stopped at half her knee, a slightly body hug dress, just enough to put her endowments in proper proportions. She stared long at her reflection in the mirror, looking at herself in too many angles than normal. Indecisive. It was something she'd never really gotten over. She looked over at the dresser table where her diamond studs lay.. or sat. Whatever.

When she'd finally made up her mind and changed into the short strapless gown with a gathered black flair, a soft knock landed on her door.

“Come in”

The door handle turned and her father pushed the door open.

“I have the invitations ready dear. Everything is set and per…”

He stopped talking, noticing she was dressed.

“Hey Dad”

“Going somewhere Fiona?”

“Yeeeesssss. I … “

“You?”

“I have a date”

“A business date?”

“Urr no. You were saying something about the invitations”

“It’s the investigator boy, isn't it?”

Fiona sighed. “Dad…”

“Fiona,what you are doing is time wastin