Leslie smoothed her hand over the black fabric that clung softly to her curves, smoothing out the nonexistent creases. She smiled to herself in the mirror, the black A-line gown highlighting her ample chest with its deep V-neckline and beautiful flowy bottom. Her hair wasn’t in an updo this time; instead, it was pinned masterfully at the back by the stylist Lady P brought along with her when she brought the dress, her makeup was flawless enunciating her features and giving her an angelic glow. Leslie remembered her reaction to the dress and giggled. It was the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen. She felt like Cinderella, only this time she knew her Prince Charming was with her 24/7.
Lady P had even secretly mentioned that Julian had handpicked it himself for her. No wonder he didn’t let her wear any of her numerous dresses. She adjusted her stilettos and winked at her reflection.
“You’ve got this, girl. Dad may not be here, but his blessings sure are.”
Speaking of her dad, her mind
