Hamilton group

"Drake, look at me. I am not at all dressed to step inside. You go, I will sit in the car" she said with embarrassment.

But Drake found nothing wrong with the way she is dressed. 

Her dress looks perfect for him. Her face is neat and devoid of any heavy makeup. Her bow lips are naturally pink and soft, shining like the sun rays falling on her face.

Her soft cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Her hair smells of fresh strawberries. Her dark brown locks are cascading down her back in soft waves, teasing her waist.

She has a unique scent, reminding him of jasmines. 

Drake did not answer her. Instead, he calmly stepped outside, while buttoning his coat. He reached to her side and extended his palm for her to take.

"Drake" Nyra hissed quietly, mindful of the guards around them.

"Yes?" he asked with a mischievous tone.

"I am underdressed" she stressed helplessly.

Drake sighed and pulled her out by her elbow. 

"You