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Even David takes a breath in, nodding his approval.
“Daphne’s really outdone herself,” he comments, filling the space where I should say something but I just can’t.
I’m utterly speechless.
I can see Krystal with her hair down for the first time, in a full length, strapless white dress that shows off her curves without showing too much of her cleavage.
I don’t want her on show for the whole world, but this is enough eye candy for me at the same time.
She seems nervous, but noticing my silent approval, she steps closer and turns for me. Letting me see her from every angle more than a few times.
“It’s not too much?” she asks. “Daphne said we’d probably be going someplace fancy, so…”
I finally find my voice.
“I think it’s perfect. You look perfect,” I tell her, moving to take her hand and twirling her one more time, although a little awkwardly.
She’s got matching new shoes on too which seem a little higher than she’s used to. A clutch purse in the same material completes the outfit and gives her a place to keep her phone and keys.
“Just tell me you’re happy. Tell me it’s what you want.” That is all I can ask of her in front of anyone else.
She gives a nod, leaning in to murmur she’ll pay me back every cent if it’s too much.
“It’s for helping me today,” I remind her, adding, “I hope you got more than just one dress. You’ve been gone for over an hour.” I laugh.
She flushes with embarrassment as Daphne appears, giving me a silent nod of approval. Letting me know the job’s been done and done well.
“We’ll have the finished pieces sent on, most likely tomorrow or the day after for most of Krystal’s things,” she tells me.
I hold out my arm, letting Krystal know that dinner awaits.
“Hope you have room,” I ask her, feeling my own belly grumbling already.
“How did you know I love sushi? Or was that them?” she asks in a low tone as we’re bid a very good night by two tailors who could probably close for the rest of the month and still be in front.
“Lucky guess,” I tell her, mentioning we’ll be traveling from Japan to Italy courtesy of Fellini’s which makes her gasp, gripping my arm tighter.
“That’s like the fanciest restaurant in town,” she squeals in disbelief.
And worth it, every single dollar to be with someone so priceless. So perfect.
Chapter Nine
Krystal
Blake’s so busy telling me how good I look that I barely have enough time to even try and compliment him. Not that he needs it.
The man fills any clothes so well, but they’ll always play second to his own handsome good looks and his rugged charms.
I almost faint when he takes my arm like a real life prince charming, casually letting me know we’re off to the fanciest restaurant in town.
I want to protest and tell him I’ll at least pay for dinner, but apart from still only having a hundred dollars to my name I know he wouldn’t hear of it.
The least I can do is insist on driving us there when he suggests we get a private car so I don’t have to drive.
Neither of us drinks, I discover so there are no problems with me driving. Except for maybe these heels, and trying to focus on the road.
There’s something about a handsome man in a black suit and crisp white shirt. Gets me every time. And Blake sets a new standard that I know nobody else could match let alone beat.
The valet at Fellini’s takes care of my dad’s car once we arrive and in moments we’re seated. The waiter giving Blake a strange look as he looks from me to him then back to me again.
The waiter shakes his head, smiling and Blake makes a low sound of disdain as he starts to move away after giving us our menus.
I ask Blake if everything’s alright and with an effort he composes himself, telling me he’s fine. But I can clearly see he’s not.
Not having to even wonder if it’s me that’s upset him, I follow his eyes as they mark the waiter, narrowing with a look that would scare me if it was pointed at me.
“Blake? What’s the matter?” I try to laugh it off, but it catches in my throat.
“I just don’t like the way he looked at you is all, a place like this. He should know better.” Blake growls under his breath again.
It’s a full minute before he looks like his usual self, but it registers with me that there’s a side to Blake I don’t know. One that isn’t just talk.
Those muscles and his huge body, along with his strength could really hurt somebody.
“Are you going to eat with a scowl?” I ask him, still trying to keep it light, borrowing one of my dad’s favorite expressions.
