The gold dress.
The one I nearly got stuck in or did get stuck in.
The one he walked in on.
The one that made me feel like my entire body was a living pulse.
Mrs. Arden held it toward me with the softest smile.
"This is yours."
My brain short-circuited. "W-what? No. No, Mrs. Arden, absolutely not. That dress is..."
"Already paid for my dear."
"I didn't... I never..."
"You didn't. But he did." She placed it in my hands gently, reverently. "Your husband texted me minutes ago. Said to pack the dress for you and send him the invoice. I guess he knows what would fit his wife." She said with a smile then winked at me.
Heat flooded my face so violently I actually swayed.
Alex bought it.
The man who had barely spoken to me these past days.
The man who caught me practically tangled in the damn thing.
