Page 99 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
I’m gonna make this date my bitch.
I am woman hear me roar.
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I hate shopping.So very much. But Zach? He loves it. He freaking lives for it. Lives. For. It. He had to turn the smallest bedroom of his condo into a closet. He has so many clothes, shoes, and hats. Conversely, I was able to turn half of my closet into a bathroom.
I’m through with shopping by the time I’ve tried on my fourth dress.
“Just one more, please. Look at how cute this one is?” He holds up a dress that is a light kind of flimsy material, but most of it is lined, so it’s not see-through. It’s white with black polka dots, cinched in at the waist, short sleeves, V-neck, and looks to be knee-length. The lining stops about an inch before the bottom hem and the ends of the sleeves which gives them a ruffle-type look. It’s flirty and fun without looking like it tries too hard.
I love it.
“Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll try it on. But this is the last one.” Because I can’t ever let Zach know that I like something he’s picked, I’ll never hear the end of it.
I slip it over my head and settle it past my hips before daring to look.
Wow.
The girl in the mirror doesn’t even look like me. She looks like someone who has a curvy figure and isn’t too tall and gangly.
Someone like AshLynn or Cassandra?
Get that out of your head. They aren’t a part of this.
I open the door to the dressing room. Zach looks me up and down and back up again, then bites the heel of his hand.
He grunts. “Oh, that is so good.So good. I’ve outdone myself. You look perfect. Beyond that even.”
I smile. “Thanks, Zach. I like it too,” I say, so overcome by his reaction I forget that I wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Now shoes!”
We find shoes quickly. Luckily. Like the dress, they aren’t something I would normally pick for myself but that I somehow feel comfortable in. Red, shiny, platform base with high heels. They give another four inches to my already five-foot-nine-inch height. But instead of feeling awkward, I feel invincible. And attractive. I want to feel like this every day. No wonder women are always buying new things if this is the result.
I change back into my jeans and T-shirt, we buy my things, and head out.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Zach asks throwing his arm around my shoulders.
“No, it wasn’t. I don’t want to make a habit of it, but it wasn’t so bad.”
“Okay, now for tonight, keep your hair down and curl it. Pull some up on the sides but keep it all kind of loose overall.”
“Loose, got it.”
“And light makeup.”
“When do I ever do heavy makeup?”
“True. But go red with your lipstick.”
“Red?”
“Yeah, you know that one you got for my third book release party? The one where we vamped you up a bit and you pretended to be my girlfriend?”
“I remember.” I smile.
“That one. Trust me.”
