In the meantime, I tried on the two possibilities in my closet. One was a plain black dress I wear to work regularly. It wouldn’t do; there was nothing special about it. I could dress it up with accessories, but that was about it.
The other option was the dress I wore to the party at The Plaza. The problem with that one was many of the same people would be at this party. I guess that wasn’t a huge problem.
Except Chase had seen me in it.
It was actually our first night together.
I don’t know, maybe that meant I should wear the dress. It could be my good luck one, and he could truly love how I looked in it. But I hated I didn’t have other options.
Evie: Have time to go shopping
That wasn’t what I wanted to do. Shopping stressed me out and I was an emotional mess already, but it might be my only option. I was about to respond to Evie when a text from Harper came through in the chat.
Harper: Hang tight, help will arrive shortly
Huh, I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but I’d go with it.
The dress from the event last summer was a simple red slip dress. It was sexy with an open back and a draped neckline. I didn’t usually wear red and felt like I stood out when in it.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed the messy bun on top of my head and remembered I needed a shower. Peeling off the dress, I jumped in to get it out of the way. Considering I had to wash my hair, I was in and out in record time. When Harper said help was coming, I didn’t quite know what that meant, so I wanted to be ready.
I was blow-drying my hair when I heard the buzzer for the main entrance.
“Hello?”
“Hey, beautiful,” a very familiar voice responded.
“Chase! What are you doing here?”
“If you can buzz me up, I’ll show you.”
I heard him open the door after I buzzed him in, and I quickly ran to throw on some clothes. He was knocking as soon as I made it to my front door.
As I pulled it open, all I saw was a rack full of dresses in the hallway. Chase popped up in between them.
“Hi!”
“What are you doing with these?”
There were at least seven or eight dresses in bags from designer stores on the rack as he and Tommy, their driver, rolled it into my apartment. Once inside, Tommy nodded and excused himself.
“Harper called and let me know you were struggling to find something. I have a stylist who pulled in a favor once I heard you needed something for tonight.” He walked closer, pulling my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “Why didn’t you say something to me? We could have gone shopping this week.”
This was all so…overwhelming.
Dresses arriving at my door?
I mean, I knew it happened. I was responsible for making these same arrangements for Harper at least once, if not twice. But these things didn’t happen to me.
“We had a lot going on this week. You had other things to think about.”
And he did. His show was his focus. He didn’t need to worry about what I needed to wear to a party.
“You are always what I need to think about,” he said as he bent down and kissed me. Once he did, his nose lingered along my cheek, into my hairline. “Damn, you smell amazing.”
He had me swooning. Literally swooning, over bringing me dresses.
“So, do I get the fashion show?” He stepped back, ready to sit down.
