Page 20 of Vicious Vows

"Fay—" he stopped himself before he corrected what he was about to say. "Farrah is my wife."

"Welcome." Nina offered with a jealous gaze.

I nodded but stared right back at her. She had nothing to be jealous of. I didn't ask for this arrangement, and if she only knew what I had to give up to be here, she wouldn't be looking at me the way she was.

"I think she'd be perfect in this one." She pulled out a dull brown dress. It was long and tight in the bodice. The back was elaborate, and it seemed like it was something perfect for a high school prom.

"Whatever, ring it up," Dominic answered without even checking in with me.

"Wait a minute, let's not," I interjected.

"What is the problem? I'm not going to be standing here all day." Dominic pulled his phone out of his pocket and started to scroll, not bothering to look back up at me.

"We have no idea how any of these will fit on my person. I need to try it on, and I'm not a huge fan of dull brown," I replied.

Dominic groaned and walked toward one of the chairs, not even bothering to reply to my comment.

"Everything I've picked out all your size; it all should fit perfectly," Nina replied with her hands crossed over her chest. I must have offended her.

I was too tired to care.

"Still, I think it's best if I try it on." I smirked at her once before walking over to the rack of clothing and pulling out a lavender dress. It had a deep cowl neck and one strap that braided down the back; it was a bit revealing but very pretty. I grabbed that one and a more conservative peach-colored dress from the rack.

"Where should I get changed?" I asked Nina, and she waved her hand toward the area I was already standing in.

The small room that we were in also doubled as the fitting room.

"Oh, right," I whispered and looked at her pointedly.

Nina huffed again and walked out of the room, leaving Dominic and me together.

"You can go wait out front," I said.

"How many times do we have to go over this? I've already seen you naked. Get dressed." He snapped out once again, not even looking up from his phone to address me.

The effort it would have taken for me to fight with him right now escaped me.

"Whatever," I mumbled.

The embarrassment I'd felt the first few times that I was naked in front of him had already dwindled away. He'd already let me know that whatever bit of intimacy we'd shared was a one-off thing. It made no sense to fight.

I slipped off the top and pants I'd worn for this outing before pulling on the lavender dress I'd first chosen.

The dress looked exactly how I imagined. It was revealing but covered all the right places. The fabric clung to my body like a second layer of skin, and I felt the twinge of self-doubt creeping up my spine.

This wasn't me in the least. This was something that Farrah would wear.

It accentuated my curves. It was made for people to look at. I didn't want anyone to see me. I wanted to hide in the back and wait for all of this to be over.

Sweat lined my palms before I could even turn all the way around in the mirror. I could never wear something like this.

I glanced over my shoulder once to see Dominic still staring down at his phone, and I was grateful he was still distracted. I quickly stepped out of the lavender dress and hung it back up before I pulled out the peach dress I'd chosen.

Even as I slipped into it, I could feel the difference. This was more my style. It had a sweetheart neckline with delicate ruffles on the dropped sleeves. It flowed beautifully down to my feet, and while it was still appropriate for an evening gown, it wouldn't be something I'd feel self-conscious in all night long.

"You sure that's the one you want to go with?" Dominic asked from behind me, and I jerked my eyes to his in the mirror that lined the wall. I hadn't even realized he'd put his phone down to pay any attention to me.

"Yes, this one," I replied tightly.

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