It was just past eight when Wilson and I arrived in the ballroom. Car and Ryan had gotten there ten minutes earlier, so they were standing there when we arrived. It seemed that there were more photographers than trade people and everyone wanted a picture of me, or of Wilson and me.
I was wearing a beautiful black gown. It was rather tight across the top but settled down over my hips into a wide swirl. Of course, it pushed my boobs up and gave me mega cleavage. I had a diamond necklace that was complimented with real black pearls. It must have cost a fortune. It was three inches wide, dropped from my throat to my cleavage and spread across my chest. Mimi had told me that there were twenty-seven two carat diamonds and a hundred diamond chips. You could see it shine from a mile away.
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