After going through several options, I finally chose a deep red fabric and got to work, turning down every offer of help.
Three days later, the dress was finished.
When I finally stepped into it and looked at myself in the mirror, a slow smile spread across my face.
It was exactly what I had imagined. The right amount of cleavage, the perfect slit.
I knew the dress would bring new clients. But that wasn’t the part that excited me. It was the thought that Ryan might see me wearing it.
It was ridiculous how, after all these years, the idea of him still had that effect on me.
On the day of the photoshoot, Nick arrived to pick me up.
After makeup was finished and I changed into the dress, I walked onto the set. The reaction told me immediately that the dress had done its job.
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