Page 37 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

He was low-key exactly what I needed to get my mind off everything.

Back inside my room, I sighed the second the door closed behind me.

"What a night."

I peeled the ruined dress off carefully, making a face.

I was now in my bra and panties, looking at myself in the mirror. I laughed a little to myself because there was a little bit of mashed potatoes on my cheek; Char was dead wrong for that. I grabbed a piece of tissue and removed it before flushing it and then realized my makeup was still intact, so I was good to go on that. My face was still beat.

I decided there was no point in putting another fancy outfit on.

Instead, I slipped into a wrap dress with swirls of cream and soft purple. It was comfortable and that's how I wanted to feel for the rest of the night.

I yawned, then grabbed a brush. I let my curls fall from the clip I’d pinned them up with earlier, shaking them loose until they framed my face. Then I brushed my hair back into a cute, sleek bun.

Much better.

I swapped my heels for a pair of gold rhinestone sandals before giving myself one last look in the full-length mirror. I was glad I was in and out just that fast.

"Ooo, let me spray on my YSL Libre and I'm back out the?—."

Knock, knock, knock

I frowned toward the door.

"One second!" I shouted, sprayed myself down, and hurried over to the door, smoothing my dress before opening it.

Standing outside was Ky. Ozy's assistant.

"Oh…" I blinked. "Uh…hey, Ky. Everything okay?"

She smiled warmly.

"Oh yes, absolutely. Dinner started off great, and we sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. Those guests have been removed from the remainder of the weekend."

Wait. He noticed food had gotten all over me and that I’d left the table?Why was that little detail making me feel some type of way?

"Oh…I'm okay," I said with a small laugh.

"They just got food all over me and ruined my dress but…" I sighed. "I had a backup."

"Oh, don't even worry about that," she interrupted kindly. "We'll have your outfit professionally cleaned so it doesn't stain. May I see it?"

"Really?" I was shocked.

She nodded.

"Sure. One second."

I walked over to the chair where I'd tossed the dress before bringing it back.

She accepted it carefully.

"Perfect. We'll have this returned looking brand new."

"Thank you."

I figured that was the end of the conversation, but then she stood there awkwardly. I laughed. "Is there mashed potatoes still on my face or something? In my hair?"