Ylana POV
Ylana chose a long-sleeved red dress to wear to brunch at her father’s penthouse. The hair and makeup team came early just for her and had placed a headband, with a tiny Santa hat attached, onto her head.
Hands rested on her hips. “The hat is a nice touch,” Rowan whispered into her ear.
Ylana turned around in his grasp and put her hands on his shoulders. “I think it’s cute.”
Her hands ran down to Rowan’s chest which was covered by an ugly Christmas sweater he seemed proud of – it featured a dog sitting on Santa’s lap asking for a bone for Christmas. He paired it nicely with black slacks.
“You nervous?” Rowan asked.
“Moreso dreading,” Ylana joked. “But it’ll be nice to see Indigo. It’s been a few weeks.” She kissed Rowan quickly. “Let’s get going before we both chicken out.”