“This shade would look gorgeous with your hair.”
“Oh, he has theprettiestfreckles.”
“Look at those lashes!”
Lane giggled shyly at the attention, cheeks pink, turning this way and that as they held up the outfits for him.
I sat on the plush couch in the private suite they’d brought us to, glass of sparkling water in hand as I watched the women fuss over my husband with satisfaction.
He was adored.
And judging by the way the attendants kept sneaking glances at me—clearly clocking the expensive watch on my wrist, the way Lane hovered close to my side when he wasn’t being dressed up—it was obvious they’d already pieced together the dynamic.
One of them approached me while Lane was whisked toward a fitting room. “You’re very lucky,” she said with a knowing smile.
I watched the curtain close behind Lane. “Oh, I’m well aware.”
“May I ask if there’s a budget you’d like us to stay within?”
“No budget.”
The woman smiled as I handed over my card, clearly excited for the commission she was about to earn. “I’ll start an account for you, sir. Please let us know if there’s anything specific you’d like to see him in.”
“I will, thank you.”
I could hear Lane’s soft laughter through the curtain as they passed pieces into him.
“That one isperfectfor you.”
“You’re going to look like a dream.”
A minute later, the curtain slid open, and Lane stepped out in a pale blue dress that hugged his frame like it had been tailored specifically for him.
The attendants collectively gasped.
And I…
Well.
I sat up a little straighter.
Lane turned slowly, the skirt swishing around his thighs.
“What do you think, Daddy?” he asked.
I took my time looking at him. Head to toe. Slowly. “Turn again.”
He did, obediently.
The sales associates were practically vibrating with delight.
“It’s gorgeous on him, right?”
“He has the perfect figure for this silhouette.”
I hummed thoughtfully. “It’s nice,” I said calmly.
Lane pouted a little, clearly hoping for more enthusiasm.
