"I'll head over right away."
"Hey! CEO Caddel!" Jasmine Yale didn't get a chance to say more!
She tidied herself up in front of the mirror; this look was still better, she still wasn't quite used to wearing a cocktail dress.
Before she could walk out of the fitting room, Will Caddel knocked on the door, "Did you change? May I come in?"
"All set." Jasmine Yale opened the door.
Will Caddel gave Jasmine Yale a once-over, his gaze resting on her hand, "Did you injure your hand?"
"Just a scratch, nothing serious." She hid her hand behind her.
Will Caddel grabbed it and frowned deeply, "And you call this nothing? You've scraped off a whole layer of skin; don't get it wet tonight, and don't carry anything."
"I know, I'll take good care of myself."
"How did you end up falling? I just went to the restroom and you fell down. Looks like I can't let you out of my sight anymore."
