46It was a busy Friday night at the exclusive mall, full of girls and young women shopping for an outfit for their special Saturday night date. When Sasha emerged from the fitting area in the magical, soul-stealing dress, breathing ceased for the fifteen or so patrons and staff standing nearest the central spotlighted display area. She was led by the beaming Georgina into the triple mirrored space. Surely, the hearts and minds of the adoring throng whispered as she stepped under the lights, smiling shyly, she’s some sort of princess. With a dreamy aristocratic Father beside her, he who had evidently dressed her and who-knows-what-elsed-her in the intimate private dressing room reserved for naked teen royalty.
Harry told her to turn around for him, knowing full well at least two dozen othe
