"I hung it in my dressing room. Do you want to see it?" she asked.
"Yes," I nodded.
She stood up, and I followed her inside the house. On the way, we encountered Dylan and his nanny.
"Daddy, are you leaving already?" he asked.
"No," I replied, picking him up. "I'm just checking on Mummy's gown before I take it to her. Do you want to see it?"
He nodded, so I signalled to his nanny and followed my mother.
Once we entered the room, my mother pulled the gown's cover off. The red dress was elegant yet sexy, and it fit Zoe perfectly.
"Mummy will look beautiful in it," Dylan said, and I grinned at him. "Yes, she will be beautiful," I agreed, but in my mind I was imagining how I wanted to pull it off her.
"I think Zoe should wear it at the ceremony," my mother suggested, but I shook my he
