“And you’d wear a pink dress?” Even in profile, I can tell his smile lights up his face.
“Is that too weird?”
“No. It’s you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re very feminine and beautiful. Pink would suit you.”
“I’m a girly-girl,” I admit, smiling.“If I did get married, I’d wear the pink dress I saw at the boutique.”
“What did it look like?”
“Well, it’s embroidered lace with an organza overlay. It’s long with a bustier top.”
“I’m trying to picture it.”
His simple statement, the fact that he cares makes my heart melt. I struggle to find a way of describing it to someone who might not know all the fashion lingo.
“The top is heart shaped. Strapless.”
“Easier to take off.” He flashes me a wicked smile.
“I guess so.” I chuckle.
“How about the rest of it?”
“It’s got a tight waist to show off my figure without being obscene.”
“I’ve never understood why a woman would want to look like a skank in her wedding dress.” He shakes his head.“It’s weird.”
“I’m not sure either. But to each their own.”
“Yeah, I’m not judging. I’m just confused by it. That’s all.”
“It is sexy, though. But in a subtle way.”
“Tell me more.”
“It’s got a slit up the side to show off my leg when I walk.”
“See, that’s what I’m talkin’about. Less is more. You know who the hottest chicks in a strip club are?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been inside one.” I press my lips together, hating the thought that he might frequent that kind of establishment.
“The waitresses,” he says.“Because they’re not naked like the dancers. They wear skimpy outfits, but there’s enough covered up that it makes you imagine what they might look like without clothes on.”
“I never would have guessed,” I say dryly.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have gone there.”
“No. It’s fine.”
“Did it have a veil?” he asks, thankfully changing the subject.
“It had a matching cathedral veil with lace accents, just like the dress. They were made to go together.” I can’t keep the wistful tone out of my voice.
“One day you’ll find the right man and you’ll walk down the aisle in that dress.”