I lost count of how many outfits they made me try on.
At some point, I just gave up and let it happen.
Each time… a nod. A shake of his head. A quiet no. Or a low hmm.
By the time I got to the last dress, I was already tired.
"This better be the last one," I muttered, slipping it on.
I pulled it on slowly, adjusting it over my body.
The fabric settled against my skin like it was made for me.
Dark blue. Deep like the night sky. Tiny glints scattered across it, catching the light like stars.
It hugged my curves perfectly. The straps rested delicately on my shoulders, leaving my collarbone bare.
I turned slightly, staring at my reflection. "Wooaah."
A soft smile spread across my lips. "I love this. This is the one."
For a second, I just stood there. Taking it in. I didn't want to take it off.
Then I pushed the curtain aside and stepped out.
"Ian!"
