CHAPTER 170

  Olivia's POV

  I stood before the full-length mirror, turning this way and that to admire how the emerald silk draped over my curves. The dress fit like a dream, perfectly hugging every contour. I adjusted the neckline for the hundredth time, debating whether it showed too much or not enough.

  A familiar cologne tickled my nose seconds before Christopher's arms snaked around my waist. His reflection appeared behind mine in the mirror, already dressed in an impeccable black suit.

  "It's almost seven, and you're still primping," he murmured against my ear.

  "Excuse me, but perfection takes time." I shifted my weight, making the dress shimmer in the light. "Besides, you men have it easy. Throw on a suit, run a comb through your hair, and boom - done."

  His hands traced lazy circles on my hips. "Is that what you think we do?"

  "I bet you took what, twenty minutes to get ready?"

  "Fifteen." He smirked.