“Maybe,” Shelly says with a pleased nod. “He was right.”
“Who?” I frown at her in the mirror.
“Mr. Alexander picked that one out for you. And he was right because it hugs you in all the right places.”
I turn to the side and check out my ass. “I’m not even wearing shapewear under this.”
“You don’t need it,” Sheila points out.
“But also, I’m not wearing a bra,” I add, biting my lip. The dress is hooked together in the front with silver safety pins down to just above my navel, so I can’t wear a bra because it would show. “I’m too big-chested to let the girls go free.”
“Says who?” Shelly demands. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No,” I admit.
“As long as it feels good,” Sheila says, “you’re good to go. Honestly, Lulu, you look amazing. I’d kill to wear something like that, but you have the perfect body for it. We also got you these super cute wedge heels that are so comfortable.”
Theyarereally adorable, and when I slip them on, I immediately know that they won’t kill my feet.
“Sold.” I smile at the two women who have been so nice to me. “I just have to brush my hair and put on some mascara.”
Sheila scowls. “Please let me do your makeup.”
I blink at her. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“I honestly want to. With that dress, you need something more dramatic than mascara. Don’t worry, I won’t go overboard.”
“I honestly don’t have much makeup to work with,” I admit. “I only have the basics.”
I always dressed down before, so I didn’t draw any attention. But I admit, I kind of like having my makeup done and looking nice. Especially since I don’t have to worry about my father’s men eyeing me as I walk through my own house.
Not that it ever really felt like my house.
“Let me help. I have a kit with me,” Sheila says with a smile. “Just have a seat right here. It won’t take long.”
I don’t argue, and less than thirty minutes later, I stand in front of the mirror and grin. She was right. The makeup elevated the wholeoutfit.
“I need to invest in some nice makeup and have you give me pointers.”
“I’m always down for that,” Sheila says with a wink.
I hear the front door open, so I walk out of the den. When Rome glances up at me, he does a double take and stops in his tracks.
Yep, the dress works.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I laugh and cross to him. “Thanks. Done with work so soon?”
“No, but I’m escorting you to the lounge. I have to show you some things, and I wanted a few minutes with you before I have to share you with everyone else.”
I slip my hand into his and enjoy the way his palm feels against mine.
“I guess I’m ready. I won’t have to store my purse or anything in a locker if I’m coming back here in the morning.”
Suddenly, Shelly and Sheila come out of the den, pulling mostly empty racks behind them.
“We’re done here, Mr. Alexander,” Shelly says. “You’ll be refunded for the things that didn’t work.”
