“Wow, the dress looks gorgeous on you.” The lady helping me fit into my dress gushed from behind.
She's an assistant to the owner of this clothing mall. The biggest in the Pack and my favorite place to shop.
I smiled, turning a bit to get a look at myself in the full-length mirror. Yes, the dress was gorgeous and everything. But it wasn't supposed to fit. It's a bigger size.
My normal size is a little smaller than this. But I tried it out and it wouldn't move up my ass and stomach. Weird.
“Thank you,” I said to her with a dismissive smile. She got the message, bowed, and left.
The silence and privacy helped in releasing the knot in my stomach. But I wasn't relaxed. I couldn't relax.
This dress is for Vince's birthday party tomorrow. Which also means I'll be seeing him again. I
