- Oh, Missy, you are simply stunning! The infectious euphoria in Megan's voice made Missy smile, though her stomach was still tight with nervousness. With restless hands, she smoothed, for the millionth time that early evening, the silky fabric of the tea-pink dress she was wearing. There was embroidery and detail covering every inch of it, from the hem that spilled a few inches to the floor, the fabric that flared out just below her knees, the region that perfectly hugged her thighs and waist, the sleeves that formed a small cape around her arms, down to the moderate cleavage, but which still left a considerable amount of skin on her collarbone and her breasts on display. - So it turned out good, didn't it? Missy asked, smiling shyly at her reflection in the mirror as she noted how the color had left her pale skin looking rosy and healthy. - Don't be, silly. – Megan laughed, looking delighted, as she watched her too – You look fantastic! I knew this dress would look perfect on you

The sound of Raquela's voice faded as they walked away, quickly advancing beyond the hall, to a quieter and more secluded place, similar to a staff entrance, while Missy tried to repress that bad feeling that was squeezing her chest."Honey, I…" Logan began, his voice clearly apologetic, but Missy quickly cut him off.- Everything is fine. – Missy swallowed hard, making an effort to dissipate the tension – I… I mean, it's okay if you had something with Barbarah and Samantha… You did, right? she couldn't stop herself from asking, although Wendy's tone had made it quite clear.Logan sighed heavily, before replying, “Well, yes, but only with Samantha. It was a long time ago, when I was in my early 20s and still working as a model. It didn't get to be a real relationship. We enjoyed each other's company and started something purely physical, but it didn't last long. We weren't even really friends and so we both agreed to end it without any hurt feelings or animosity, especially since neit

- Everything is ready now. I'm sure I'll soon be able to tell you exactly what your software's market value is. - Thanks, sis. – Missy thanked Alice for the phone, plopping down on the sofa, exhausted after spending the entire afternoon packing up the first things she was going to take to Logan's apartment. - Are you sure you don't want help with the move? – she could almost hear her sister's malicious and at the same time satisfied smile on the other end of the line, which made her laugh. - Not. Logan and I had agreed that he would help me with that as soon as he got off work. she said, giving a dreamy sigh. 'I can't believe my little sister is about to move in with a man…' Alice sniffed theatrically, making Missy laugh. - You talk like this wasn't the first thing you and Devon did. Missy teased. "It was either that or accept that he put me over his shoulder and took us to a chapel in Las Vegas…" Alice mumbled amusedly, being interrupted by a voice in the background, which Missy

- I think we got everything, don't we? Heaving a contented sigh, Missy flopped down on the huge bed in Logan's room – or rather, their room, as she sometimes forgot to refer to it. Around the two, the two small suitcases were already ready to be taken to Daniel and Gwyneth's house during Christmas. Of course, since Megan and Devon had started their relationship, Missy had spent her last two Christmases with the Knights, however, without ever really following the family tradition that involved spending the entire holiday at the house from the night of the 23rd. she came only for supper and the exchange of gifts, but always saying goodbye before the end of the night, since it was quite obvious that her presence bothered Logan deeply. As much as she adored the Knights, at the time it hadn't seemed fair that the family would be in such an uncomfortable situation because of her, since Logan always tended to pull away when she was around. But not that year. From that year forward, they wo

- I think so… – she revealed, struggling to understand all the feelings that were mixed inside her at that moment – On the one hand, I know she will be very irritated with me, once she processes what I said, but ... I also feel a little better. Lighter. As if someone had taken a weight off my shoulders that I didn't even know I was carrying. – Missy revealed, sighing peacefully – Now I understand why my therapist always insisted that I have this conversation with Victoria as soon as possible. I feel like I've faced a dragon... - she joked softly - Even though I know there will be consequences later... And there will certainly be more conversations like this in the future... As painful as they are. – she shrugged her shoulders, momentarily downcast – But really… – she looked up at him again, opening a smile – For now, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we have a long list of good things to celebrate while having an amazing Christmas with our family. And I'm not going to let th