“I’m going to kill Anton.”
What did he tell these women that this was what they chose? None of these dresses were what I’d pick if left to my own devices.
Maybe that was the point. A bit of revenge for whatever he and the others felt I was hiding.
Petty bastards.
I’d be upset if I wasn’t just as petty.
In the end, I chose the gold dress, figuring it was the best option.
Discarding my clothes, I slipped it over my head and smoothed it into place over my hips and thighs. Cocking my head, I observed myself in the mirror with a frown. It was much tighter fitting around my lower half than I had expected, hugging my curves in a way that even I had to admit looked hot. The top was loose, achieving that perfect slouchy look that seemed impossible to find in real life. The gold was a little closer to bronze than it had first appeared, contrasting with my pale skin. The overhead lights picked up the glints of red in my dark brown hair which was tousled after the long flight. It spilled over my shoulders in waves.
I had to admit I didn’t look half bad.
The bra would have to go though. It was easily visible due to the deep plunge. The idea of going without, however, wasn’t a comfortable one.
Frowning, I glanced at the rest of the dresses, only to conclude neither of them would probably be any more suitable to wear with a bra either.
Before I could decide what to do, someone cleared their throat from the other side of the curtain. “Ms. Travers, a moment. I have something here that might help.”
Curious, I twitched the curtain open to regard the salesperson standing on the other side.
Her smile held sympathy as she extended two silicone pads to me and nodded at my chest area. “These dresses aren’t exactly undergarment friendly. I thought you might need these.”
I took them from her. “Thanks.”
“Happy to help.”
I let the curtain swish closed. Turning to the mirror, I held up the pads to examine, determining they were better than nothing.
After that, it didn’t take long to divest myself of my bra and maneuver the pads where I needed them to go. Finished, I took a moment to study my reflection one last time, giving a nod of approval as I did so.
Much better.
All I needed were a pair of shoes to complete the ensemble.
I knelt in front of the three shoe boxes in the corner, selecting the pair that were the same gold as my dress. They were a strappy number with sky high heels that I would normally have avoided.
Unfortunately, this dress demanded a shoe that was as beautiful as it was. Anything less was unacceptable.
Giving into the inevitable, I sat on the plush ottoman in the dressing room for probably just this reason and put the shoes on.
When I’d finished, I admired the way they looked on my feet before standing.
Here came the real test. Could I walk in them?
The answer was yes. The straps held the shoe securely to my foot, making them much easier to navigate in than I’d expected.
“You decent?” Caroline called.
Before I could answer, she was already pushing the curtain aside.
“Please. Come right in,” I said dryly as she and Deborah stepped inside.
Caroline rolled her eyes at me. “It’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times over.”
Deborah hustled over to push me back down onto the ottoman. “Love the dress and the shoes. We just need to fix your make up and you’ll be ready.”
