Grace
I knew looking at the price tag was a mistake.
Three hundred thousand dollars for a dress.
My stomach dropped. Who the hell spent that much on a single piece of fabric? Granted, it was stunning, it looked like the kind of delicate craftsmanship you only saw in glass cases behind security guards. Still, three hundred thousand? That wasn’t just expensive. That was life-changing money.
And it wasn’t just the dress. My face heated when I saw what else was folded neatly inside. Clean underwear.
Oh God. I just prayed it had been a woman who picked this out because if it wasn’t, I was going to die of embarrassment on the spot.
I slipped everything on, the fabric hugging me a little too perfectly. After fussing with the hem longer than necessary, I finally forced myself out of the roo
