She had left work early, with her father's blessing, to prepare for her evening. After a long, hot bath, she put her long, auburn hair into an elegant upsweep, leaving a few tendrils loose to curl around her face. She left her face nearly free of makeup; darkening her lids a little and a brief sweep of gloss on her lips. She slipped on her best dress; a sleeveless, V necked number in rich cobalt blue that brightened the gold flecks in her blue eyes and sparked the reddish hint to her hair.she had just put on the diamond stud earrings that her mother had left her and taken a steadying breath, when the doorbell rang, signalling Farookh's arrival.
She rushed down the stairs, shoes in hand, stopping briefly at the bottom to slip the on, before opening the door with a smile. She lost her breath again for a moment at the sight of him, handsome and immaculately groomed. "You have impeccable timing,"she murmured, resisting the urge to smooth nonexistent wrinkles from her dress.