I wasn’t sure exactly what to wear, and Alice being the fashion guru that she is told me that she knew the perfect dress and would handle it for me. I begged her to let me help and that I wanted final say, but before I could protest, she announced to me that she had already fucking purchased it a few weeks ago, something else about ‘knowing’ that we would be attending and their no further argument from me.Standing in my bedroom, in my robe, with some Jason Mraz playing in the background, Alice hands me a garment bag. I hang it on the door and unzip.
“God, Alice, who did you fucking kill to get this?”
“I’d move heaven and earth for you, sweetie,” Alice coos.
She kisses me on the cheek and lets me drool over the dress as I pull it out of the bag. The dress is floor length, with a deep v-neck, taupe satin with layers upon layers of raw edged silk intertwined into each other, which leaves a pattern that is simply exquisite. The whole dress hugs my curves and slides on like a second skin.
I complete the dress with a pair of taupe beaded stilettos that Alice made me fucking buy on our last shopping trip a couple of weeks ago. She insisted that they would match, and of course, they fucking did.
My makeup is simple, natural with darker taupes and browns to create a more evening look. Alice had the stylist enhance my natural curls, parting my hair on the side, draping onto one side of my face, giving an old fashion movie star look.
Can you guess where they are going?
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