Page 24 of Not That Into You

“Please.”

Sighing, I turn just as Eliza walks up.

“That’s lovely,” she says.

“She’ll need heels.”

“Of course.”

Eliza scurries away and returns with a pair of white heels. “Try these on.”

I frown. “I usually wear flats.”

“These have a chunky heel, so they should be easier to walk in. More comfortable, too.” Eliza passes me the shoes, and I hold back a sigh before putting them on.

Cameron nods. “Good.”

I smile, showing my teeth, before asking in an overly sweet voice, “Can I change now?”

The corner of Cameron’s mouth lifts as his gaze finally connects with mine. “Sure. Try the dress next.”

I sigh loudly before escaping back into the dressing room. Glancing at the other clothes Eliza pulled for me, I’m surprised to find there’s only one dress. There’s a pair of colorful shorts with matching blazer, another more casual jumpsuit in a warm ocher, a few shirts, and some linen pants.

I pull the dress off its hanger and slip it on. It has vertical stripes that alternate between black and different colors—light blue, pale pink, dark red, and a stripe of yellow. It’s sleeveless and cinched at the waist before flowing to the floor. The colors give it a sense of playfulness, while the fit and length make it formal enough for a fancy birthday party.

Biting my lip, I smooth my hands down the sides of the dress.

I actually... like it. I glance around. I like all the clothes Eliza pulled.

A wave of confusion washes over me. These clothes are much nicer than anything I own, and I’ve never given much thought to fashion, but if I had a limitless budget and places to wear them, I might actually pick them out for myself. How did she know?

“Monica, get out here.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull back the curtain and step out. Eliza immediately hands me a pair of black heels. I grimace before bending to put them on. Straightening, I put my hands on my hips, ready for Cameron’s judgment.

Eliza adjusts the straps of the dress and frowns. “I think it needs tailoring.” She pinches the straps and pulls the dress up an inch. “See?”

“Hmm.” Cameron’s brow furrows as he takes a step back. “I think you’re right.” He looks at Eliza. “Can it be done by Thursday?”

“Of course.”

Eliza reaches behind her back and pulls some pins out of thin air. With practiced ease, she pins the dress straps. “That should do it.”

The dress seemed fine to me, but it’s clear my opinion doesn’t matter here.

Just as I turn to go back into the dressing room, Cameron asks, “Did you pick out a bathing suit?”

I freeze.

“Oh, no. But I know just the suit.”

I whip back around with a scowl, but Cameron’s too busy calling after Eliza to notice. “And a coverup! She’ll need a coverup, too.”

“No.”

Cameron turns back to me and lifts his brows.

“I’m not wearing a bathing suit.”

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