Chapter 8

**CHLOE**

I got into seven other dresses.

Still no luck.

“I won't be able to try on all these dresses.” I said with disappointment, as she unzipped the dress I was wearing.

Some had slits cut too high, others too short, or had really open backs, or both.

"Oh, ma'am, if you're not satisfied, we could call the store and have them bring over more dresses.”

“No, it's fine,” I said. “Seems I'll be sticking with this,” I said as I lifted the first dress I had put on, the emerald colored dress.

She helped me get into the dress again.

Cilia brought out what I assume to be a 6-inch heel; the silver color matched the straps of the emerald dress I was wearing.

“There's no way I'm wearing that,” I let out instinctively, and she giggled.

I seemed to be amusing her because she had laughed a couple of times already this evening.

"There's something a bit lower, but it's black," she said as she pulled out a pair of black heels. "Would these work for you, ma'am?”

"Okay, I can work with that."

She h