ZinniaBy the time I got back from work that evening, there was a garment bag hanging on my apartment door with my name attached to it.I shook my head because I already knew who was responsible before I even opened it. This had Dylan written all over it, but what surprised me the most was how fast he was able to send over a dress to my house.Like what??One minute, I was over at his place with him, convincing me that the only way he could attend the dinner party was if I tagged along as his date.I accepted begrudgingly because I needed him to attend, and if me being his date was what it would take, then so be it. I carried the dress inside, and the second I unzipped the bag, my mouth fell open. The dress was beautiful, no, beautiful was an understatement. It was elegant, classy, and somehow exactly my style.And the surprising part was that it fit perfectly, like somebody had taken my measurements in my sleep. How was it possible that Dylan knew my exact size? “Wow,” I muttered,
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