Chapter Eighty Eight

Taking a deep breath in front of the mirror, Reyna took a look at herself for the hundredth time, turning back and forth in the mirror. A necklace sat on her neck, down to the middle of her breast. It was a tight fitted long sleeved dress that hung to every part of her body.

She poured her hair down, combining it and bringing the beauty out of it. Sighing again, she carried her black purse, reading the last text Dylan had sent to her about him almost here and walked to the door. Opening the door and glancing downstairs if Niko wasn’t there. She peeped and peeped, sure the coast was clear before walking out. Her heels made their sounds in the tiles, and her hand brushed the railings as she stepped each of the stairs after the other.

“Is he here already?” She heard Niko say, stopping her in her tracks.

“He’s almost here.” She replied without turning to look at him.

The next thing she heard were footsteps, making her continue her walk as she got down from the stairs. Before he could reac