Page 14 of Dear Glory

Dear Glory,

My marriage is of no concern when you already belong to me, princess. I’ll be there to see you walk down that aisle, and I will be there when you sign the papers and legally become mine. By the way you look beautiful when you’re angry, but still I prefer you smiling… though I have a sneaking suspicion your face basked in pleasure will be one to behold. I wait for that day with bated breath.

Yours,

Axil

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Day Four… breakfast

Dear Glory,

I miss you. Why have you not responded?

Yours

Axil

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Day Five… breakfast

Dear Glory,

Are you hiding from me, princess? You’re adorable when you throw tantrums as well… Respond

Yours,

Axil

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Dear Glory,

Eight o’clock… be ready, don’t be hardheaded, or you know what they say…

Yours,

Axil

“Oh, he’s bold!” I curl my lip, not knowing whether to be turned on by his persistence or put off by it. “The man is relentless, but I don’t hate it,” I groan, looking at the two gorgeously wrapped boxes in front of me, along with the bouquet of roses he sends me with every card.

“Ugh,” I groan and set the card down on the bedside table, careful not to place it on the condensation from the glass of water sitting there as well, and purse my lips, “What am I going to do about you Axil?” I roll over on my side, peering at all the roses and sighing. “Clearly he and I have unfinished business and he’s trying to get to the bottom of that tonight, but…” I mutter, sitting back up and pulling the boxes to me, inquisitive about what he could have sent me. “Should I?”

He’s never sent me anything outside of roses before, so I’m dying to know what it is, even if it’s something extravagant, it’s not likely to impress me. Whether he’s a billionaire or not, I havemy own money and plenty of it. But I do like a man who’s willing to send me things from the heart since it’s the thought that counts. I drum my fingers on the box, wondering if I should just return this to him unopened, but a strange part of me feels like if I do that, it won’t stop him from pursuing me. In fact, I think it’ll only make things worse.

“Whatever,” I mumble, grasping the end of the big bow on the smaller box, unraveling it and opening it, jaw dropping when I see a stunning pair of silver high heels with real diamonds adorning the toe strap and heels. I’m no stranger to money, but even I know these heels cost more than three months’ worth of my commissions alone…why is he sending me something like this?

Okay, I know money doesn’t impress me, but even I’m able to appreciate these bad boys… they are simply stunning! The designer in me is already conjuring up a dress I can make to match it.

Carefully, I set my new inspirations to the side after admiring them. My heart skips a beat as I pull the other bigger box in front of me. I nervously uncap it after pulling the bow and pull out the contents, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as I wonder just what in the hell I am looking at.

Stupefied would be the understatement of the year if I were to describe how I’m feeling about the spider web thin dress that’s so skimpy that even Charlotte would scoff at the flimsy thread-like texture.What in the hell…?

I reach inside the box, pulling out the dress, and my mouth drops open.This thing can’t be real!Thin and see-through doesn’t even describe this dress. The best way to describe this dress is nonexistent. Not only is it short, but I’m also scared to keep touching for fear it’ll tear.

How the hell did the designer even sew this together?

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