Demetri took me to a fancy boutique, where the air smelled rich, like expensive perfume. He didn’t let me choose. Instead, he handpicked dresses, each one carefully selected before being passed to the sales associate, who led me to the fitting room.
Dress after dress, I stepped out, only to be met with the same reaction, a slow once-over, a thoughtful frown, and a quiet, “Try another one.”
I was beginning to think I’d never find something he approved of until I slipped into a red Alexànder McQuéén Asymmetric Draped Dress.
The moment I pulled it over my body, I felt the fabric mold to my curves as if it had been designed just for me. The sculpted silhouette embraced my tall frame, the asymmetric draping cascading over my body in fluid, artful folds. The deep crimson hue contrasted beauti
