Page 27 of Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance

I left Jamie’s office feeling off for the rest of the day, but I wasn’t about to let it ruin the night ahead. It was the first time in a while where I didn’t want to be wrapped up thinking about work, and I knew that it was time I treated myself. The thought of dropping any money on a new dress made my stomach turn a bit, but if there was ever a time to buy one, it’d be now. There was a part of me that wanted to remind Preston of the girl he’d lost, the girl he was desperately trying to win back, and I just couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he picked me up for the evening.

I walked down the busy sidewalk to a local boutique, glancing into the shop window to see the beautiful dresses that were on display. I stepped inside, hearing the sound of the little bell ring, and I instantly smelled the scent of light vanilla wafting through the air. I looked over at the small perfume counter, the racks of perfectly organized clothes, and the delicate curtains over the dressing rooms in the back. The shop assistant walked up to me with a warm smile and it dawned on me that I had no idea what I was looking for.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

“I actually have a date tonight. I need something fitting for a nice quiet dinner,” I said.

“Let me pull a few options and start a dressing room for you. Come with me.”

I followed her to the back and she left me to sit on the beige tufted couch. She moved around the store pulling all such incredible options, and I watched as each glittery, glistening piece was slung over her forearm on their hangers before she brought them over to me. She showed me each one, and I settled on a black, satiny dress that looked like it’d be the perfect fit. I ventured off behind the curtain to try it on, and when I came out, I knew it was the one.

“That looks absolutely beautiful on you, and I’m not just saying that, trust me. You know what? Let me see if I can pull some shoes that will look amazing with that dress,” she said, and I nodded.

I looked at myself in the mirror, glancing down at the price tag and I instantly felt my heart sink into my stomach. I felt someone approach from behind me, and I looked up in the mirror to see a beautiful blonde standing there.

“Now that is one hell of a dress. I know, the price hurts, but if you’re looking to knock someone’s socks off, that’s the dress to do it in.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“I’m Leighton.”

“Katherine.”

We barely had a moment to introduce ourselves before the shop assistant came back with a few pairs of heels that I certainly couldn’t afford. I bought the dress, watching as she wrapped it up nicely in some tissue paper before sliding it into a bag and handing it to me. I looked around for Leighton, but it seemed as though she disappeared into one of the dressing rooms. I smiled, excited to see what the night was going to bring and I headed straight home to get ready.

Why in the world am I so excited? I asked myself, checking the time constantly to make sure I wasn’t running late. I took a hot shower, blow-dried my hair, and ran a wet mascara wand through my eyelashes. I barely had enough time to slip into my heels before I got the text message that said he was downstairs. Is this our do-over, Preston? I hope this time, I won’t get caught up in another one of your games.

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