Page 68 of David's Chase

I notice the name of the high–end store on the garment bag.

So he spent all his money on an expensive dress?

My heart clenches a little. The man he talked about must’ve loved that woman a lot.

He opens the garment bag and scoops out a marvelous piece of timeless fashion.

My hand flies to my mouth, silencing my gasp.

“What?” I eventually murmur while his eyes twinkle with a smile.

Both my hands go to the beautiful pink dress.

I had several images in my head when he said he had a dress somewhere in his big ass house, but none of those images come even close to how amazing this outfit looks.

It’s a classic design that emulates the most glam fifties fashion, with a fitted corset-style top, spaghetti straps, and a full skirt with a crinoline underneath for extra volume.

This is pure glamor.

“David…” I whisper, not believing my eyes.

This doesn’t even look like a dress one would wear at a show. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for getting dressed up, but this?

This dress is perfect for a queen, a wedding party, or a special moment in someone’s life.

The supple, rich satin falls smoothly while holding shape, the faintest pink color serving as the background for the butterfly outlines littering the dress.

Tiny rhinestones are sewn onto the straps and the corsage.

It looks like a unique wedding dress. I can see it paired up with diamond earrings and a huge bouquet of pink peonies.

“Elizabeth?” he says, pulling me out of my head. “Do you want to put it on? See how it fits?” he goes on gently.

“Yes, yes. Of course. Give me a second.”

He holds the dress for me while I shrug off my robe and remove my bra.

The dress seems to have been recently steamed––that’s how it looks.

His eyes hover over my bare chest and the tiny piece of underwear concealing my sex.

His eyes can make a nun blush, so trying to hide my flushed cheeks, I look down and take the dress from him.

He helps me put it on, and once the sexy straps sit in place, he brushes all my hair over my shoulders and steps behind me to slide my zipper up.

The dress fits like a glove.

The cups hug my chest, pushing it up a little while the fitted waistline sets off the full skirt that steals the show.

I peer down, having a hard time believing this is what I will wear tonight.

“What do you think?” he asks, and I bring my eyes to his.

“I have no words…” I murmur, running my fingers over the luxurious fabric.

A smile tugs at his lips.

“Is it that bad? Or is it that good…?” His voice trails off while he turns around and pulls open a drawer.

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