To say Freya was nervous would be the understatement of the century. Sure, she was confident in her new look, but Smee’s opinion mattered to her just as much as Riley’s did, if not more. If he didn’t like her new color and cut, she honestly wasn’t sure what she’d do. No, no, no, she couldn’t think like that — it would only make her more anxious.
The blonde downed the rest of her champagne in one quick sip and then made her way across the room to Charles, tapping him on the shoulder once she was close enough. “So,” she began. “What do you think?” @charlessmee







