Christina giggled and skipped from the dirt parking lot onto a beautifully laid stone path.
She wore a black lace dress with a tight V-shaped leather bodice over the top. The dress flared out into a frilly tulle skirt, stopping just above her knees. She completed the outfit with glossy black high heels.
Etienne followed behind her and stared at her outfit in awe. He looked down at his own outfit — a plain polo shirt and khakis — and sighed.
He sped up a bit and walked next to her, "Wow, Christina. You look amazing. I didn't expect you to get so dressed up for an outing like this. I would've done more."
Christina glanced at him and grinned, "Etienne, this isn't me dressing up. But I'm glad you like it. Honestly, I was afraid I was a little underdressed…"
Etienne laughed, "Trust me, you're fine. I've always wondered something though. Why do you still call me Etienne? Money, Gio and everybody else we grew up with has called me Prince since I was a kid."
