Page 205 of Dream Girl
“How do I look?” Riley smoothed the fabric of her silver gown with her hands. Her hair was down and wavy. She looked fantastic.
“Amazing.” I maneuvered my dress. I felt so special in it. Not to mention the way Spencer looked at me sealed the deal. “Should I put up the train so I can move?”
“No. Not until they take your picture on the staircase,” Riley told me. “The front of the Gladiola has this enormous staircase and at fancy parties they take pictures of everyone going in, and it’s a thing to have your dress trail down the staircase. Look.”
She showed me pictures of beautiful women in cascading dresses, smiling as they walked up a staircase–like at the Met Gala.
We went out into the lobby. Riley giggled as we passed a mirror. “We look like princesses. Let’s send Rose a picture.”
“We do,” I agreed as we took one on her phone. I felt like a princess. I even had clear heels. When Andre altered the dress, he’d made it so it helped hide my scars, and Riley covered the rest with makeup, so that I didn’t have to use a wrap if I didn’t want to.
“Remember, don’t let the bathroom bitches get to you,” Riley told me. “You have an alpha–and my brother. And maybe a Spencer?”
“True.” I smiled as a limo pulled up. I’d never been in a limo, let alone one so big.
The door opened, and Wes got out. He wore a black tux with a silver vest and tie. Since Riley and I were both in silver, all the guys were matching, which was sweet. Riley got in.
“Grace.” Wes’ jaw went slack. He kissed my hand.
“We need to go.” Brennan’s head appeared.
“Will all this dress fit?” I tried to gather it up.
“You can always sit on my lap.” Wes helped me and the voluminous dress into the limo. There was a lot of dress.
“My good doctor,” Spencer breathed. “You look exquisite. As do you, Riley.”
“We’re hot and we know it,” Riley agreed as we drove off.
“You look great,” Evan agreed. “But Grace, how am I supposed to undo all those laces on the back of your dress?”
I grinned. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“Scissors,” Jett grinned.
“Noooo,” I laughed. “No scissors.”
Brennan stared at me.
I looked down. “Too much boobage? I needed something that wasn’t backless, and that seemed to be the tradeoff.”
Brennan gave Spencer a look. “Really?”
“She looks ravishing–and it’s perfectly acceptable for the gala.” There was a bite in Spencer’s tone.
My cheeks warmed. Spencer thought I lookedravishing?That went straight to my pussy.
“Is there something wrong with my dress?” I squirmed.
“Um, no.” Riley rolled her eyes. “I showed you all those pictures. If anything, your dress is a little plain.”
Brennan shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong with it. My mother doesn’t like family wearing dresses with trains.”
“Hopefully, this means that we won’t get invited to the next one. We talked about this, Bren. It’s not your mom’s pack,” Jett said. “United front. Let’s take a stand against tyranny.”
“Maybe Spencer should walk you up the stairs so I can watch you from behind.” Wes grinned, eyeing me.
Brennan shot him an annoyed look. “Wes, we’ve gone over the entry plan. Though now I’m thinking that you and Grace should be last so no one steps on the train. Yes. Evan, Jett, and I are first, followed by Spencer and Riley, and Wes and Grace taking up the rear. We stop and pose on the landing as a pack, then go to the top. Don’t stop or answer questions going up the stairs other than the landing and the top–we’re family, not guests. Once we’re at the top, we wait for our group, takeonepicture together, then go into the Gladiola, where we’ll take more photos. Again, no questions. Best manners because someone is always watching. Mingle, but keep talk light, no politics or anything controversial, Ri,do you understand?”
