Time flew by, and Monday arrived with Roman handling the final arrangements for Julie's transfer to another university.
Everything had been done quietly, efficiently, and with the kind of influence only Roman could exercise.
He stood outside the changing room door, lightly knocking with the back of his knuckles.
"Are you set, love?" he asked, his voice low, his tone fond.
"One minute and I'll be out," came Julie's voice from inside.
She stood in front of the mirror, running a final hand down her dress—an elegant black and maroon combination that stopped just above her ankles.
A tasteful slit opened slightly past her thigh, revealing just enough to hint at confidence while maintaining her usual modesty.
Her makeup was light, her eyes soft with a touch of nervousness, and her dark curls rested neatly across her shoulders.
Julie inhaled deeply. She still wasn't sure how she felt about attending a social event with Roman, especially around his circle of friends.
