41| Getting Dressed (Emma)

The day of the fundraiser came and I was staring at the dress as it was hung up for me to admire ever since I opened the package from Matthew. I still couldn’t believe that I was his muse, that the entire time I was “modeling” for him, it was actually a fitting for me. 

I still had to question why, though. If this dress is what he was sketching the first day that I was there and working for him, I wondered what I did that made him come up with the design, or maybe he already had the design and just needed someone to tailor it to and I was simply fresh meat?

I sighed and slumped my shoulders, I really hope I’m wrong about the whole fresh meat thing.

“Hey,” I heard Kay’s concerned voice come from my doorway and looked over at her, “You look sad, stop it.”

I chuckled at her, “Are you ready for tonight?”

“Are you kidding me?” She came and sat down next to me on my bed an