-Amber-
“Well, what do you think?” I asked, extending my arms before spinning around a little.
Ronan watched me, his mouth slightly agape, but then quickly closed it and shook his head. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
The dress I wore was a deep red with a very low neckline, and it had a slit by the leg, so with every step, my skin came into view.
“You want me to list reasons?” he asked, and I nodded, crossing my arms.
“One,” he began, pointing to my cleavage. “Two.”
Next, he indicated the open slit that stopped at the top of my thigh, then gestured to the mirror behind me.
“Three,” he concluded, pointing to the open back visible in the mirror. “Should be enough.”
I shook my head as I walked over to him. He sat on a small couch in the walk-in closet where I was trying on dresses for
