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I took it from her as she followed me to the changing area.
I loved the feel of it against my skin as I stepped out to show Agatha. But it just wasn’t the one.
Agatha didn’t speak at first as she stood.
“It’s…more like a club dress.”
“Exactly! It just doesn’t feel likethedress,” I concurred.
“Next one,” she proclaimed.
The next one was a short lilac dress with a barely-there back and a cutout just around my cleavage.
“No, no, no. You could flash someone if you moved too fast,” she complained.
I laughed.
“If you’re scared of flashing someone, then it’s the dress,” I stated.
“Says who?”
“Says everyone, ma’am,” I answered. “I’m not wearing it to this event, but I’m definitely taking it.”
“Good,” she commented. “Bratva events like these aren’t so much for the ceremony. It’s not all loud glamour and lavish style. They are somewhere between an excuse to show off and a celebration of the latest achievement.”
“So…silky dresses, subtle sparkles?”
“Yes,” she answered, nodding.
“Let’s do it, then. Although I’m not promising to opt for a long dress.”
She chuckled.
The next dress was a gold full-length dress with a slit by the side that came up to my left knee. The soft material shimmered in the lights, and it had tiny straps.
“Wow! This is the dress we came for!” Agatha exclaimed.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The dress clung to my middle, and my hips seemed to spread it out downward. The slight soft horizontal folds that crossed the bust area gave it a soft, enticing touch.
“I love it, too.”
Soon after we paid for the two dresses, we were entering another store.
A jewelry store.
We didn’t stay long there since we had a clear idea of what the dress looked like.
I was good to go before Agatha dragged us to another clothing store.
“For other times,” she had defended when I asked why we had to buy another dress.
To be fair to her, though, I absolutely loved the two other dresses I got.
Then we went into a perfumery, and although my signature perfume was out of stock, I found a close alternative—more expensive.
Just like on the day of the court marriage, I shunned Agatha’s idea of consulting a makeup artist.
I had a clear picture of the look I was going for already.
