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“Baby, they have clothes for you,” he reassures me, taking my chin in his fingers and lifting it until I meet his eyes. “I promise. And they’ll look amazing on you, too. You have a real body. Sexy and curvy and hot. You’ll look a thousand times better than those types.”
Against my instincts, his praise starts to go to my head a little. I begin to think that there’s a possibility he could even be right.
“Um,” I say, and point at one of the stores at random since I don’t know any of them apart from the others. “There.”
Nico leads me inside, and I can’t help but feel so cheap and small compared to even the store assistants, with their long legs and designer outfits. I try to remind myself they only work here, but I still find it hard to even look around without feeling shy.
“Here,” Nico says, drawing me to his side and gesturing to a rack in front of me. “How about a swimsuit?”
I blink. “You mentioned that yesterday,” I said.
“I did,” Nico says, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. “And I’d like to take you out on the water. So, a swimsuit would come in handy. What do you want? A bikini?”
“No way,” I say, blushing like crazy. I could never wear a bikini. “Isn’t there a one piece?”
As it turns out, there are several. We grab them all in my size, and a polite yet stunning assistant comes over to help me to the changing room.
This is when I realize I have to come out of the changing room to show him the swimsuit – and there’s no way I’m walking out like that in front of all the people in the store.
I try them on one by one, and I have to admit that they look good. It must be something to do with the brand, the price is high, but the quality is high too, both in the materials and in the way that they’re put together. They’re flattering to my figure, and there’s one of them that I really genuinely like.
But I’m still not brave enough to go outside in them.
When I open the door of the changing room back in my same old dress, Nico almost looks disappointed.
“I liked this one,” I say brightly, lifting it into the air. “If you’re sure you want to buy it for me…”
“Of course, I’m sure,” Nico says, taking it out of my hand. “Now, is there anything else you want before we go to the next store?”
“The next store?” I ask, my eyes boggling out of my head.
“Of course,” Nico says again, tilting his head. “You didn’t think I’d make you choose just one thing? I’m spoiling you today.”
“You really don’t need to,” I say, my mouth hanging open.
He steps closer, drawing me in by my hips until our bodies are pressed together, and bends his mouth to whisper right into my ear. “I want to,” he says, making a shiver run right through me. “I don’t know why, but you make me want to spoil you so bad.”
I guess he’s being serious, because before lunch at a café, I find myself carrying not just the swimsuit but also two new dresses. I’m afraid to look at the price tags because I have a feeling that I might end up terrified to wear them.
When we finish eating, I look up at him, wondering. “That was a really special day,” I say, trying to fish for whether this was the end of it or not.
“Was?” Nico repeats then shakes his head. “We’re not even halfway through yet.”
Aha – so, there’s more? I can’t imagine what else he could do after this. I’ve already probably increased the overall value of my entire closet by at least ten times, if not twenty.
“Where are we going next?” I ask.
“To the marina,” Nico says and stands to offer me his hand.
It might be nice to walk along the marina, I think. I’m sure it won’t be boring, like last time. As Nico said, he’s an expert tour guide. That means he’ll make it more interesting – and I would probably listen to him describing the minute details of a wall of drying paint, so long as I got to listen to him.
“So, how are your sea legs?” Nico asks.
With a jolt, I remember. That’s right! He said something about going out on the sea. Is there some kind of tourist cruise around the coast? “I think they’re fine,” I say, shrugging. “I haven’t really been on many boats.”
“Well, hopefully, it won’t make you seasick,” Nico says, coming to a stop by one of the small vessels. Everything here seems to be small, sporty, and sleek – just like the people who live here.
“Whose boat is this?” I ask, thinking he must have stopped to tell me about some celebrity or other.
