"Aren't I dressed?" Oryan replied as she rolled her eyes. That she was having second thoughts about this didn't matter now. She had given him promission to this already she couldn't go back on her proposal now. It just made Oryan nervous that she didn't know anything about the woman who'd be with her husband for the weekend. Part of her hoped he didn't enjoy himself at all, despite how hypocritical a thought it was.<br/><br/>This was Mark's excursion, so the task of packing for Oryan was his. It was better that way, Oryan had no idea how much time she'd be spending clothed anyways. Oryan dressed simply in a lilac haltertop and a pair of thin white jeans. They were lowrise and barely hid her black bikini bottoms underneath.<br/><br/>The slience that followed was too much for her now. "Mark, how do you know these people?"