Chapter Forty-Two

“Are you sure?” Donald asked. “There are other green ones I can show you if you'd like.”

“No,” I said. “That's the dress. Most definitely, yes. That's the one I came in here for.”

“Well, you might just officially be the most easy to please customer I've ever had walk in the door,” Donald said. “Your boyfriend, Mr. Winthrow, normally takes at least two hours to pick out the perfect suit.”

He'd just referred to Carter as my boyfriend and I opened my mouth to correct him. I stopped myself, though. I liked the sound of it and besides, I figured it didn't really matter if Donald thought he was my boyfriend.

“Sometimes you just know,” I said. “And in this case, I know that's the one.”

“You want to try it on, though, right?” Donald said.

“Oh, of course,” I replied. “That's probably a good idea.”

“Great. Follow me and I'll open the changing room for you.” With the dress in his hands, Donald then turned and led me to