Page 35 of Bling

Isabelle rolled her eyes and he fought the urge to scold her. “I’m sure you say that to all of Mr. Oliver’s dates.”

Jasmine tossed her head back and laughed. “I assure you, you’re the first date I’ve ever dressed for Garrett.” She pulled a dress from the rack.

“Now, let’s get you into the dressing room. We’re going to knock his socks off.”

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Isabelle felt like a rag doll as Jasmine pulled her into a sizeable dressing room and began tugging at her clothes. Soon she was in an elegant beige silk dress, but Jasmine was already shaking her head.

“No, no, no. This won’t do. Your skin tone is too gorgeous for beige. Let’s try something a bit more vibrant, shall we?”

Isabelle shrugged. She’d thought the dress looked rather nice.

“Right then,” she said when she came back a few minutes later. “My gut says the burgundy, but I want to try the yellow just for fun”

Isabelle nearly grinned at the sight of the gorgeous yellow gown over Jasmine’s arm. The designer had no way of knowing yellow was the color of Garrett’s bracelet at Solitaire.

She let Jasmine help her into the yellow gown. The soft fabric slid over her curves and made her feel luxurious.

“It’s nearly perfect. I just need to make a couple of quick fixes,” Jasmine murmured as she tucked at fabric in various places.

“I’ll be right back,” the woman said, as she rushed from the room. This time, she returned with shoes, jewelry, and a handbag.

Dear lord, this was too much. While Jasmine fussed and adjusted, Isabelle stared at the wall in front of her. She was used to wearing secondhand dresses and had never had anything this nice on her body before.

“Stunning,” Jasmine breathed as she turned Isabelle to face the mirror. Her mouth dropped open. Red-carpet-ready was definitely an appropriate term to use.

“What do you think?”

“I’m speechless,” she murmured. “I love it.”

“Let’s go show Garrett.”

She pushed the curtain aside and motioned for Isabelle to step through. Garrett was standing with his back to them, his phone to his ear. Jasmine cleared her throat and he slowly turned.

“I have to go,” he said to whoever he was talking to.

“Isabelle,” he breathed as he stuffed his phone into his pocket.

“You like it?” she asked hesitantly.

“It’s perfect. You’re going to steal the show.”

Isabelle highly doubted that. It was some high society function he was taking her to.

Jasmine pulled a box from one of her many pockets and handed it to Garrett. “Diamond cufflinks. You can tell Mr. Barrett and Mr. Yates we made them with some of their uncut diamonds they sold me.”

Garrett grinned. “Thank you, Jasmine. Just charge my card as usual. When can you have it ready?”

She waved a hand in the air. “I’ll finish it tonight and have a courier bring it to you in the morning. I just need to know where to send it.”

Isabelle grimaced but wrote down her address. She momentarily considered having it shipped to work but there were even more eyes there and gossip would spread like wildfire. At least at home she could keep the questions confined to just a few people.

Jasmine shoved Isabelle back into the dressing room for final measurements.

Back in her jeans and t-shirt, she felt very unworthy of the gorgeous gown.

As Garrett signed the invoice, he leaned in and whispered to Jasmine for several minutes. The woman nodded and grinned, patting him on the shoulder. Isabelle got the feeling they were conspiring.

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