Carly
The dress Brad had gotten me was beautiful. It was a deep blue, off-the-shoulder dress that hugged my form to my knees before it flared out into a bell that swished around my feet when I walked. He had gotten me dark silver shoes and jewelry to match, and it all fit like it had been made for me. I was amazed that he had managed to pull it off in such a short time.
I had done my makeup carefully, doing it in a smoky style, and I pinned my hair up to expose my shoulders and back. The dress hadn’t been made to hide them.
When Brad knocked on my door, I was ready. When I opened, he stared at me like he’d never seen a woman before, and I had an idea how Cinderella must have felt.
“Ready,” I said.
Brad snapped out of his trance and smiled at me, offering me his arm. He looked dashing
