Page 29 of His Weekend Wife

Ash sat back, sighing. “I have no clue what half of these things are for.”

“Trust me, even I get overwhelmed with all of the new colors, beauty items, and tricks. I learned long ago that we should pick only five items for daily use.”

After her manicure and makeup was finished, Ash emerged from the bathroom finding the bed covered in piles of clothing. “Are these things mine?”

“Yes.” Analisa smiled and clapped her hands.

Ash blinked. “But how did you know what size I wear?” No way did she think Declan would remember.

“I’m a pretty good judge of size, honey. When I saw you, I guessed you’re a size two, bust thirty-four, and of course, a small in panties. I passed the details on to the renowned fashion designer, Lulu, and she took care of the rest.”

“She did this all herself? In two hours?”

“She and her assistants, of course. We all have assistants, honey. And when a client tells you the sky is the limit, we make it happen. If anything doesn’t fit or needs tailored, we’ll have it sent and altered or exchanged.”

Ash had never ever thought to have her clothes altered to fit perfectly. Then again, when you buy off the rack, tailoring would cost more than the clothing. “This is too much.”

“Not for the wife of Mr. Knight. He said you needed the best. So, the best is what you have, darling.” She pressed her hands together, maybe praying for a Knight of her own. “Now, shall we find something for you to wear for dinner?”

Dinner? Yes. She’d almost forgotten Declan had told her they’d have dinner together tonight. “I guess we should.”

“If I may, I have something in mind. Would you like for me to show you?”

“Yes.” Ash had no clue what she should wear.

“I asked Lulu for a specific color. The moment I saw your fair skin and eyes, I knew what you needed.” She sifted through the pile of clothing and pulled out a dress wrapped in plastic, then thrust it toward Ash. “Go try it on.”

Accepting the offering, Ash was surprised that a sliver of excitement rolled through her. Why? This wasn’t her lifestyle and it most certainly wouldn’t last long. She could be treated like Cinderella, but eventually she’d be back to the maid.

Stop being a downer.

Inside of the bathroom, she hooked the hangar on the back of the door and stared at the plastic a good long minute before she unwrapped it. Her mouth fell open about the same time pleasure trickled down her spine. One thing was for certain, these ladies had great taste.

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