Page 60 of I Choose You

She groaned good-naturedly. She came close and checked the price tag. “For that much? No, heck no.”

The color had attracted my eye, but now that I considered the fact it wasn’t on sale, I reconsidered.

“Well, that’s a moot point for you,” she said. “You can afford unlimited charges on Kaden’s card.”

I shook my head. “It’s the principle of it. I can’t splurge like that.”

Rena nodded, holding the hanger up higher to inspect it better. She scrunched her face. “Nah. Besides, I think you’re right. Your boobs would fall right out. It wouldn’t make you frumpy.”

“Just flashy?”

She laughed. “A flasher.”

“That’s not the image I think Kaden wants me to go for. It’s at his family estate.”

The longer we browsed and flicked through racks and didn’t find a dress suitable for the engagement party, the more my frustration grew.

“At least we found your things,” I complained. “I’m not holding you up.”

“Oh, shut up. Don’t give up hope.”

“It’d be funny if I could find something to wear over that plaid lingerie.”

She laughed, still browsing. “I can’t believe you actually bought that.”

“It’s perfect for a white elephant gift.”

“Can you imagine, though? Wearing that stiff layer over your nipples?”

I had considered that. “Or down there.”

She groaned and laughed at the same time. “Depending on your pleasure-pain level.”

“I’m all for a good whisker burn to wake me up, but not a thong of sandpaper.”

She gasped, and I almost dropped the hanger I’d picked up. “What?”

“I found the one.” She presented it with a high reach of her hand.

A long, silky green dress fluttered with the motion. With each ripple, I felt mesmerized by it. One strap was sewn in, so I lacked a default excuse of falling-out-boobs concerns. Rubbing the soft material between my finger and thumb, I sighed.

“It’s gorgeous.”

Rena murmured her agreement. “I love this color.”

I did too. “Is it too dark?”

“Nah.” She glanced up at the ceiling. “Kind of dark in this spot anyway, with those two recessed lights out. I think it’ll be lovely on you.”

The rich forest-green hue would either drown out the color of my eyes or enhance them.

“Ooooh.” She held it higher. “Sexy.” The skirt fell partly over her hand. I reached down to see just how high this slit was. The answer was very high. According to Rena, the higher the slit, the sexier it became.

“That’ll show a lot of skin.” I sighed. “A lot of tattoos.”

“So what?” She thrust the dress at me. “They’ve already met you and saw your ink. You wore a dress to that dinner, didn’t you?”

I nodded.