“Well,” Sarah said, coming inside. “I have been wondering what this one looked like on. It looks stunning,” she said.
“I agree,” Lana said. “How much?”
“That one is seventy-five hundred,” Sarah answered.
“Great. Have the seamstress take her measurements while I pay you for it,” Lana said.
“What—Lana!” She couldn’t be serious. Who would—
“I’ll take you to a charity gala one day and you can wear it there,” she called back as Sarah escorted her to the door.
“Lana, you can’t—“
But the door was already closed behind them, and the seamstress was measuring me again.
CHAPTER FIVE - CHLOE
“I STILL CAN’T believe you did that,” I said to Lana later as we got ready for the social. “You are out of your mind. That dress—”
“It was either I did it then and let that woman measure you on the spot, or I bought it when I came back for my fitting, but you were already naked and in it,” she replied.
There was no point in arguing with her. It was done. The gown was bought, and I wondered if I would just end up wearing it around the house on a random Tuesday.
I checked myself in the mirror, thankful that I’d found my high-waist boy-short underwear that would keep my thighs from chafing and go over my stomach to my bra line so there wasn’t a crease splitting me in half. The short dress I’d chosen was snug, showing off every curve, dimple, and line I’d once not loved about myself, but now did.
“Are you nervous?” Lana asked.
“About?”
“Seeing your god,” she said.
I had tried not to think about the possibility of seeing him all day. I had thought that maybe if I avoided that reality, it might disappear. Only it was staring me in the face, and I couldn’t put it off any longer.
“Doesn’t matter if he’s there,” I said. “It was one night. Nothing more.”
“I expect groveling,” Lana said as she put on mascara.
“Why?”
“Because he said he would come back for you and it’s been five years,” she said.
“I’m engaged—“
“And now you’re engaged.” She slapped her leg. “See. He’s late.”
I glared, and her teeth bared with the wicked smile on her lips.
“I need a glass of wine,” I said as my nerves began to build. “Do you want one?”
“Please. What time is Tyler getting home?”
I left her in the bathroom and went to the fridge where I took out a bottle of white wine to uncork. “Ah… Should be soon. He said he’d be running in—“
The door swung open, and Tyler appeared in a rush through it. “I know, I’m late,” he said, removing his tie. “I know. I’ll be fast—“ He paused and gave me a once over, eyes narrowing at my dress.
“This is new,” he noted.
“Yeah. What do you think?” I asked.
