I'll wait

Grace's POV

I woke up to see Davis already dressed, he was looking at the mirror as he knotted his tie. If not that Davis was Davis, I would have thought someone else had stepped into our room and was using our mirror. Vincent perhaps, but this was Davis. I was sure of it even though I could only see his back.

“What are you up to?” I asked the man, who finally turned to meet my eyes, only for me to exclaim,

“Wow” I giggled, “What are you doing with glasses?” I asked.

He gave me a sheepish smile as he walked over and pecked my lips. He wasn't only wearing a purple long-sleeve shirt, he had tucked in, wore glasses, and combed his hair backward. What the hell was going on? This is nothing like my Davis at all.

“What's going on?” I asked again.

“The boys and I are going somewhere” he replied, making me raise my brow.

Okay, I agree he was going somewhere, why dress this way? I wasn't used to it at all.

“Where? Why do you have to dress like this if you're going out?” I asked with furrow