Chapter Twenty-One

The dress is magnificent.

Hunter green satin with a matching lace overlay falls from a boat neck cut that accentuates my collar bones. The bodice is tight without being restrictive and the skirt is long and tight, but with a slit up to my thigh. It's classy and sexy, and of course, it fits perfectly.

I wonder what Christopher told his secretary to get the measurements so correct.

“You look lovely,” Dad says, walking into the living room. It's almost five and I'm trying to wait patiently by the door without actually looking like I'm waiting. Despite wearing an evening gown, I've tidied up the living room and unloaded the dishwasher. If I wasn't afraid of splashing water on my dress, I'd do the dishes in the sink and scrub it too.

“Thank you,” I tell my dad, smiling at the compliment.

“Here, let me fix your hair.” Dad comes over and carefully smooths a strand of hair away from my face. He smiles as he steps back and looks me over. “You've grown so much. Your mother would be so prou
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