Page 43 of Her Wild Cowboy Billionaire

“We are, little firefly. Very clear.”

She gave him a hug. “Have fun.”

He smiled and kissed her on top of the head. “We will. I plan on dancing your mother’s feet off.”

Then she turned to her mother. “You too Mom, have some fun.”

“I will. I promise.” She bent down and kissed Mindy’s forehead.

Mindy kissed her on the cheek.

Willow straightened. “I’m ready.”

“Your chariot awaits.”

They walked out the door to the limo, waiting for them at the curb.

Would this night bring Willow the answer to her dreams? Would Travis finally realize he loved her, too?

After they entered the limo, Travis gave her his grandmother’s earrings. They were about three inches long. The inverted triangle shape of larger diamonds at the top decreasing in size to the smaller stones on the ends of each strand was utterly beautiful.

The black silk shawl was exquisite. The hand tatting of the lace looked as good today as it had in his grandmother’s day.

They arrived at the Westin and waited in line with the rest of the limousines.

“I’m nervous.” She admitted to Travis.

“You have absolutely no reason to be. Other women might wear some of K. Starr’s creations, but none will hold a candle to you. Trust me.”

“Okay. I promised Mindy I’d have fun, and you did, too. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

When the limo finally pulled up to the entry doors of the Westin Hotel, Travis helped her from the car and then held out his arm.

She gently placed her hand through the crook in his elbow.

“Show’s on.” She spoke with enthusiasm.

Inside, they stopped at the cloakroom and left her shawl and his cape. Then they walked arm and arm to the ballroom on the second floor. Willow detected savory canapes, and the smell made her stomach growl. She hoped the sounds of the music and conversations hid the sound.

“I guess I should have taken you to dinner before the ball,” chuckled Travis.

Her cheeks heated. “I’ll be fine. I’ll have some canapes and a glass of champagne.”

The canapes and glasses of champagne were being passed by the wait staff dressed in black pants and red jackets.

As they walked in, the conversation died and everyone was looking at them.

Willow assumed Travis’s lack of previous attendance was the reason.

The ballroom was beautiful. Long burgundy drapes graced the windows and a string quartet provided the music. The dance floor was filled with couples swaying to the music.

One man approached. He was balding and overweight but had a wide smile on his face. “Travis. So good of you to come. And who is the gorgeous woman at your side?”

“Allow me to present, Ms. Willow Adams. Willow, this is Rory Childers. An old friend from college.”

“Don’t let him fool you.” Rory took her hand and kissed the top. “We were friends mostly out of college, since more often than not I couldn’t manage to go to class.”

Willow laughed. Rory seemed like quite a nice man, and since he was a friend of Travis’s and she was glad he was the first person she met.