When Don knocked on my door sometime later and informed me that that Kingsley’s work event was black-tie, my choices on what to wear were narrowed down to exactly two options if I didn’t want to go shopping– my black wedding dress or a deep purple dress with a gold chain belt and quite a plunging neckline. I went with the purple dress for the simple reason that I never wanted to see, let alone wear, that goddamn wedding dress ever again. I also knew that in Kingsley’s social circle it would be seen as seriously taboo to wear the same dress twice, so he would have never let me leave the penthouse wearing it.
With its low neckline and the slit up the one leg, the purple dress was more revealing than anything else I usually wore, but I put it on with a certain amount of confidence. My mom a
