I get up to give Dalia a hug and thank her for her words, but also to approach Oliver, grab his face in my hands and give him a deep kiss on the lips. The tailor lowers his eyes uncomfortably and Dalia lets out a giggle as she returns to her seat.
"This is what I want you to wear when you marry me." I tell him, making him nod immediately as if he really is a cute obedient omega, "We don't even have to see the others. I want this one."
"Okay," he nods once more, smelling of pure happiness and giving me a smile, "Now try yours on."
"But they're all black and boring, I can take whichever one," I complain, walking over to the rack that has the ones we picked out for me hanging on it. Some of them have different details, but I don't think it makes much difference. Oliver shakes his head.
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