~Storme~
The dress fitting wasn’t as simple as I thought it would be. Theo rejected every single dress that I picked out, complaining that it was either too plain or too common.
I gave up and let him do the choosing himself. He ended up choosing over fifty different dresses. The horror on my face as the attendant carried the heap of clothes towards me was palpable.
“What’s all these?”
“Dresses, obviously.” He replied, relaxing himself on the sofa.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, I’m not blind, Sherlock. Why is there a mountain of dresses before me?”
“You need to check them out,” he said.
My jaw dropped. “Is this some kind of joke? How do you expect me to fit hundreds of dresses?”
“It’s a big ceremony tonight. You have to be dressed for the occasion.”
“No.” I crossed my arms defiant
