“When you have twin girls that are always late, you learn how to move things along.” She laughs.
“Oh!” Stevie gasps. “The guys will be here soon. We need to get dressed.”
“We don’t want to be late. We’ll never hear the end of it,” Harper says. “Chloe, there’s another bedroom through that door if you want to change in there. I can change in the bathroom if you want the other room, Stevie.”
“Got it.”
Grabbing my dress bag, I head into the empty room to change.
I don’t know why I ever kept this dress—a bridesmaid’s dress for one of Duncan’s college friends whose wedding I was in—but I could never seem to part with it.
I loved the way I felt in it.
Sexy. Beautiful. Like I could take on the world.
Shimmying into my undergarments, I pull the dress on and finagle the zipper closed.
I step into my strappy heels and add a spritz of perfume to my wrists and behind my ears. Fluffing my hair one last time, I head back out into the living room.
“Chloe, Dax is going to lose his mind when he sees you in this dress.” Harper whistles as I step out of the bedroom. “I mean, wow.”
“It’s not too much?” I ask, rubbing my hands down the front of the satiny material. “It was from a wedding I was in a few years back and I never wanted to get rid of it just in case.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t. You look amazing,” Stevie says.
“Thanks,” I say, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
I check myself out in the full-length mirror. A thin row of sequins lines the sweetheart neckline. It’s form-fitting all the way through, but has an almost scandalous thigh-high slit on one side. More sequins line the slit, catching the light to make the dress pop.
“Both of you look gorgeous too.”
Stevie is in a short, black dress with a plunging neckline and Harper is in a form-fitting gold dress that dips low in the back.
“The boys won’t know what hit them.”
I smile at the two of them.
I can’t wait for tonight and everything it holds. It’salready been the best start to this night, hanging out with these two women that I can now call friends, and getting to spend the rest of the evening with Dax.
I only wish we could fast forward to the end.
Because I can’t wait to be with Dax in every way.
Chapter Twenty-One
DAX
“Is this stupid? It feels stupid.”
I’m questioning myself yet again as the guys and I ride up the elevator car to the floor where the girls are getting ready.
“Relax. She is going to love it.” Marcus claps me on the shoulder. “I only wish I’d thought of it.”
I adjust my bowtie in the mirrored wall of the car.
I’m nervous. I know it’s Chloe, but I never went to prom or took a girl to a dance. By the time I could go, I was traveling for hockey. That took priority for me.
“Seriously. You’re making us look bad,” Bode chimes in.
