Page 69 of Catching Feeling

I want to make this a night she remembers, and I want her to have fun. I want her to not have to worry about a single thing for the entire night. I want to spoil her and make her feel special.

Picking my phone up off the center console, I press Rosie’s contact on FaceTime, praying she’s not in class.

Thankfully, she answers after a few rings. She’s completely soaked, wearing a bright red raincoat, standing under an umbrella on the sidewalk.

“Hello, my darling brother.”

I roll my eyes and chuckle. “What’s up, Jellybean? Look, I don’t have much time, but, um… I need to go in this store and pick out a dress, and I need your help.”

I’m sitting outside a dress store, and I feel like a fish out of water, and I haven’t even walked inside.

“Did you ask her?” she says excitedly.

I nod. “Yep. She said yes. And I told her I would take care of everything, so… I need your help finding her a dress. She sent me her dress size and shoe size.”

Pulling off my hat, I drag my hand through my hair when I think of all the shit I need to accomplish this week leading up to the ball.

Rosie taps her chin as she thinks. “Yeah, and that means that there’s no time to have the dress altered, so it needs to be something she can put on and go. Alright, let’s do this. I have to be at the studio in twenty minutes, so bring me in.”

I grin. “What would I do without you, Jellybean?”

“Play baseball and have absolutely no fashion sense. Get to moving!”

Surprisingly, finding Viv a dress was easy. Way easier than I thought it would be, even with my sister’s help. I spotted the perfect dress after only being inside the store for all of five minutes. Easy to do when it’s Mardi Gras and her favorite color is purple.

She always looks incredible when she wears it, so when I showed Rosie the dress and she squealed, it was clearly the one.

Rosie picked out the shoes, and that was that. She got off the phone with me to go to class, and now I’m waiting for them to put it in a bag.

Fuck, I can’t wait to see her in it.

The glass counter in the front of the store is full of jewelry, so I browse while I’m waiting, my eyes scanning the display until something stops me in my tracks.

“No fucking way,” I mutter.

The lady behind the counter chides, raising her brow when she hears me.

“Sorry, uh, can I see one?” I point to the silver necklace that I can’t believe I’m seeing.

“Of course. Yes, this piece is on sale since it’s out of season.” She hands it over the counter to me, and I flip it between my fingers as I look it over.

It’s perfect. Holy shit. “I’ll take it.”

Her eyes widen as she hesitates. “Would you like to know the price?”

“Nope. Doesn’t matter.”

Fate doesn’t happen like that twice.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT A LIMO?” I turn toward Grant where he sits in the leather chair next to me while the tailor measures my thighs.

I’m getting fitted for a new tux, and I dragged him with me because it’s my least favorite thing to do.

He lifts his eyes from the magazine he was staring intently at and shrugs. “I mean, kind of a flex? But also a comfortable luxury, so it could go either way.”

“I mean this with sincerity, that is absolutely zero fucking help, Grant,” I retort.

The tailor tightens the fabric around my thighs and pushes a pin through while I try and remain as still as possible so it doesn’t end up in my leg.

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