So wicked

"Now let's get you dressed up in the dressing room," Margaret ushered me to the back of the store, where they had massive dressing rooms set up. There was even a separate section for women trying on wedding dresses. "Call me if you need any help dear,"

As I looked at the wall of blue dresses lined up before me, I began to feel overwhelmed. The price tag on each dress had too many zeroes, and I had no idea which one Andrey Volkov would like. After all, I was picking up a dress for him , as the prize on his arm for a night. I wanted to look good for him while I was at his side.

He paid good money to have me, and I didn't want to disappoint him.

However, an hour passed and I still hadn't decided. The minutes ticked by, and I worried about leaving Antonio in the street waiting for me. But none of the dresses felt right, or I was unsure of the shade of blue. Margaret kept bringing options, and I was amazed that she hadn't run out yet.

She was too eager to please me, and each time I walked