I drove to the Moresi mansion in my black sports car, parking in front of the house.
Morgan and a few servants were waiting for me at the entrance.
"Christian! You're finally here, I'm so happy," she said, beaming at me.
Here we go.
After adjusting my expression, I walked over to her side and smiled. "It's a pleasure to see you, Miss Moresi."
She blushed and wrapped her arms around mine. "Oh, please call me Morgan. We'll be husband and wife soon."
We both walked inside, heading towards the dining room. "Father is finishing up some business, so dinner should be served soon," she explained on the way.
As soon as we walked into the dining room, my eyes landed on Leslie's immaculate figure. She looked stunning, wearing a white silk slip dress.
I'm surprised she was allowed to wear that. She mentioned that her mother typically chose her clothes for her.
