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When Jag had mentioned the evening gowns, Camille had assumed there would only be a couple and basic at that. What she found in Jag's immaculate room was a clothes rack almost collapsing under the weight of all the dresses currently hanging from it. Sequins, pearls and gems sparkled in an array of colours while silk, satin and various wads of tulle had melded into some giant cloud of fabric. 

Soft pinks, sultry blacks, elegant golds and rich reds were lined up waiting to be examined and slipped on. Just one of the dresses had to cost more than what Camille earned in a month and just being in the same room as them was intimidating. 

This had to be a mistake. 

Turning on her heel, Camille left the bedroom and sought out Jag. He was still very shirtless in the kitchen, his flaming eyes focused on his tablet while the coffee percolator gurgled away filling the air with the scent of coffee. <