Page 64 of Wicked Dance
I step into them. They slide on like silk, soft and smooth on the inside. The ruffles are mostly flat, although they pop out a little on my rear, making me a little curvier than I am naturally.
The bra looks difficult. The cups are shaped into a sweetheart, dipping down in the middle. The back is small with a single hook.
I press the front of it to me, and reach around to try and fasten it. After a couple misses, Cameron sighs and steps forward, fitting the hook in the eye.
She pulls the dress from the hanger and unzips it.
“Dive into it,” Cameron says. “Arms overhead to protect your hair and makeup.”
I lift my arms high and bend over. Cameron fits the dress around me and zips it up the back. It doesn’t come up over my shoulders, but a band runs straight across the front and around.
The top is fitted, then as it hits the waist, it swings out. I do a quick turn, and the skirt flies up level with my hips.
“Now you see why the boy shorts,” Cameron says. “Everyone wants you innocent, and he might twirl you.”
She smooths the dress down to check the ruffles. “It’s good,” she says. “The fabric is heavy enough.”
“What shoes am I wearing?”
“You have two pairs,” Cameron says. She leads me back out to the main dressing room and picks up the boxes. “One is high heels, the other ballet flats. The stylist will tell you when to switch.”
She opens the box and extracts the flats. I take them and slip them on my feet. They are blue and match the dress exactly. The stiletto heels in the other box are very bare, just a tiny strap across the toes and another at the back. They will be hard to dance in.
She passes the box to Jessie. Gigi tosses some of her makeup into a bag and waits. I guess she is also going with us. Cecilia, however, sits back on a chair. “Have fun!” she says. “You’ll have a grand time. He’s your boy, after all.”
“Thank you,” I say to her.
The girl from before pops back in. “Car is waiting!” She seems a little anxious.
My little entourage heads to the limo. I’m hoping Blitz will be inside, but when the door opens, only Devon is there, wearing his usual jeans and turtleneck. “We’ll talk about what’s going to happen on the way,” he says. “Blitz is meeting us there. I want there to be a first look.”
I slide onto the seat. Jessie comes in behind me, then Gigi with her makeup bags. It’s time to do this.
