Jess’s POV
“Champagne-colored or black?” I raised the two beautiful gowns I had picked out from my closet in front of Maya.
We had been going through my closet the whole night and had just about 4 hours of sleep after finding nothing, but here we were again, searching another part of my closet we didn’t touch. It was 4 p.m., and Maya couldn’t decide.
I had gone over to my shop earlier and passed out some instructions before leaving. My assistant was an angel; she always made my life easier on days like this.
“That’s it, Jess, the champagne-colored dress is absolutely gorgeous. You don’t even need to try it on; I can already tell how well it’ll fit you.” She did a little dance, stomping her hands in a cheer and grinned widely. “Now, go get a bath so we can butter you up.”
She pushed me
