True to his words. Nathan bought me an outfit to wear to the ball. I was given a strict no peeping policy.

Arraine was not helping at all, the entire week telling me how much I'm going to love the dress. How magical and unbelievable it looks.

I wanted to peep so bad but I was under the Meyer/Summer pink promise oath. Or as Nathan so childishly put it MSPPO.

"I'll see you tonight at the ball. It'll be hard not to." Arraine says winking.

I groan,  but it is somewhat a happy one because I'm finally going to see the dress.

Gary, the new driver, is parked outside as he is waiting for me.

"Afternoon miss." He greets as he opens the door to the BMW for me.

"Afternoon Gary." I greet back.

He begins the drive.

"Did the miss have a good day?" He asks. I have no idea why he speaks like this either.

"I had a productive day. How about you?" I ask the middle aged man.

"I had a splendid day. And I hope it gets better. My daughter is coming home for the weekend. I havent seen her in six months since she left for Singapore.  Oh, pardon my oversharing madam." He stops himself.

I watch his half bald head move as he speaks, and the unmistakable smile that I can hear from his words.

"Oh no. Its alright Gary. And please, call me Gemma or Gemima." I tell him. He nods.

I'm home before I know it.

I take a shower quickly and change into Nathan's jogger and a black t shirt I found in his drawers.

Charlotte steals me to her room and begins doing my hair.

"My brother will be here in an hour. He'll shower then you're leaving." She says patting my head.

"Okay. So why are you doing my hair now?" I ask her. She smiles but doesnt say anything.

After what feels like years, I finally understand why she wanted to start so early.

She is still no where near what she defines as 'done' .

Her brother is now showering.

"Okay. Now I need you to go over to the guest bedroom on the left next to the bathroom. Its four doors down from Nathan's office." She says.

And I do just that.

I walk into the bedroom and the first thing I see is a note. With the letters Gemima written boldly in cursive.

I open the note.

In the bathroom you will find all that you will need to join me at this ball tonight sun flower. Do what you do best.

xoxo

Nate

I smile and I proceed to the bathroom.

On the vanity is a large black box. With a huge Versace sign ontop.

He bought me a Versace dress?

Another note is found laying ontop of the dress.

Sun flower.

I know you're probably freaking out because you despise it when I buy you things. Let alone expensive things. Please accept this dress. Along with the rest of the things in the closer.

xoxo

Nathan

I smile at this note as well. My heart is melting in my chest.

Jeremy never did any of this for me.

Come to think of it, I dont think I still feel the same way I did for him.

The only thing I am feeling now is fear, absolute fear that if I get too close to him he'll kill me or hurt my son and that if I'm too far he'll hunt me down and murder me.

But love? Can I to the extent that I feel that way? Its questionable.

I wear the dress. It's a shear lacy dress with millions of diamonds covering anything that needs to be covered.

I walk into the closet and there I find another box. White heels inside and a few accessories.

I am literally dripping in diamonds right now. I feel tears well up my eyes.

"Oh baby." I hear Charlotte say.

She holds me.

"You look beautiful. I've never seen anything like this in my life." She says hugging me.

"Come on, let's get you down stairs." She holds my hand.

We walk downstairs and at the ballroom. I find Nathan waiting.

He is wearing a black tuxedo, with a black dress shirt. Everything he is wearing is black and it's absolutely sexy. His hair looks ruffled but in a way that screams 'I'm dangerous.'

When his hazel eyes travel up to me, his mouth falls.

"Oh my God." He whispers loud enough for me to hear.

Mrs Hart and Ethan walk into the house as I walk closer to Nate.

"Wow! Mommy looks like a Queen!" He yells coming in to hug me.

"You look beautiful mommy!" He says kissing my cheek.

"Thank you baby." I tell him.

The dress holds me in all the right places. My breasts are looking sexier than they ever had.

"Let's go." Nathan announces.

And go we do.

Soon a large mansion appears. Its alot bigger than Nathan's. 

My knee bounces out of habit when I'm anxious.

Nathan barely turns his head but his hand is on my knee in seconds and the bouncing stops.

I dont think he realises what he just did because he is focused on the road.

My heart fills my chest. I stare at him. His sharp jawline, his pointed nose. His pale skin contrasting my brown one. Do I... like him?

We stop by the red carpet. Nathan is first out of the car and camera flash at him. He hands the valet his key.

He walks over to me and opens my door. My heart thumps in response.

I give him my hand.

The moment we are on the carpet, camera flash like crazy.

This is overwhelming.

"Relax." He whispers.

I hear words coming from the people shooting. Like stunning,  gorgeous even goddess.

I spot Kelly, she is a co worker.

I wave at her with a smile on my face. It's as is she just got waved at by a celebrity.

We walk in and the room falls silent. Eyes look up to Nate and I.  Only the music playing as sound.

He holds my hand as we descend down the stairs.

The moment we are on level ground. A group of men come over to Nathan and begin talking.

"Oh, this is Gemma. Gem these are my co-workers and investors." He tells me.

I wave.

I short old man that looks very familiar walks over to us.

"Ah, Meyer. It's beautiful to see you. And Gemima, its pleasing to see you as well." He says.

It's the pervert from the conference.

"Mr Rickelle." Both Nathan and I say.

A young woman, with skin a shade darker than mine and an afro shorter than mine stands next to him in a red gown that hugs her curves beautifully.

"I'm Soraya. " she greets.

"I'm Gemima." I smile as I shake her hand.

We move a little bit away from the men as we converse.

"Its beautiful to see someone of our colour around here." She says.

Honestly, I'm not really race aware. I think that a human is a human irregardless of the colour of their skin.

"It is. So what are you doing with Mr Rickelle?" I ask.

"He is my fiance." She says.

Her smile is not as full as it had been when we were greeting each other.