The heavy oak doors of the wardrobe slid open with a muted click, revealing rows of pristine fabric that smelled faintly of lavender and cedar. Gianna leaned against the frame, still groggy from the brief, indulgent nap she had taken upon returning from the courthouse.
Her head felt heavy, her thoughts sluggish, but she had forced herself out of bed. She couldn't afford to lounge; she had a very busy, exceptionally long night ahead of her.
First was the children's school play, followed immediately by her dinner date with Noah, and finally, the private family celebration back at the estate.
She sighed, running a hand through her tumbled dark hair as she stared at the options. Go casual, or go hot?
For a fleeting second, she wished Areso were standing by with an organized garment bag, or that Chelsea were sitting on the edge of the mattress offering her trademark blunt fashion advice.
