CHAPTER 19

“I hope you don’t think poorly of me, Ben. This isn’t the kind of thing I do.” Imara slid her dress back down her body as she straightened it and Ben pulled the zipper up then smirked and shook his head. “I don’t Imara. Not at all. I can’t really explain it to you, you’ll think I’m crazy, but I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a long time.” Imara looked back at him and smiled then walked to the dresser and looked over her hair. “Do I look alright? My hair must be...