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“So he finally knows what’s going on? Good. What did he say about it?”
“He freaked out nearly as bad as you did when I told you about Zander’s call. Started talking about how I needed to get a restraining order, just to be on the safe side.”
“Your brother is a wise man then,” Libby said, nodding approvingly. “It would be nice if you listened to him…”
“Just like I told you, I told him that a restraining order wasn’t necessary. Even if Zander lucked out and found my office phone number, he has no chance of finding where I actually am. I was just tired that day and imagining things.”
However, a different thought began to occur to me.
Now that I knew Anderson had been planning to take someone else to the gala, I wondered if there was a chance that one of his jealous women had been watching me? While I presumed no one knew about me and Anderson, I honestly couldn’t be sure.
I frowned, weighing the possibility that perhaps it wasn’t my jealous ex that I needed to worry about. Maybe it was Anderson’s…
“Okay, let’s change the subject. You look upset,” Libby said. She grinned and picked up another dress. It was a long and form-fitting beautiful purple number, laced with silver rhinestones. “Oh my goodness, J
oanna, you would look amazing in this. Here, try it on!”
Bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, she practically shoved the dress at me.
I couldn’t deny, it really was lovely. Looking at it, I actually started to feel slightly excited. “Well, I’ve got three here,” I said, looking at the dresses I had hung over my arm. “I guess it’s time to start trying some on, huh?”
“I’d certainly say so,” Libby said. She had about four dresses of her own to try on.
We headed to the fitting rooms, ready to have our own little fashion show.
I stepped into my fitting room and began stripping off my clothes so that I could try on the first dress. Every wall of the room was lined in mirrors, suddenly making me feel self-conscious. Seeing my reflection from so many different angles, I felt pudgy. I also felt something else looked different about me, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. Something was just off…
When I slid into the first dress, I stared at myself for a long time, trying to figure out why I didn’t like the dress’s color against my skin. It was pale-pink, a color that I typically liked. For some reason though, it looked all wrong.
Not bothering to get Libby’s opinion on it, I shed the dress and moved on to the next one.
Once again though, there was something about the dress that just wasn’t right. I sighed, seeing that this day of searching for the perfect dress was going to last a lot longer than I had anticipated if every dress I tried on was going to leave me feeling underwhelmed and looking washed out.
“Do you have one on yet? Let me see!” Libby said, knocking on the door of my dressing room.
Reluctantly, I opened the door to let her see the second dress I had put on.
She was standing there in one of her dresses, which looked wonderful on her. “Wow,” I said. “That looks great on you.”
“Thank you!” she said, giving a little twirl. The skirt swayed when she moved. “It’s a little too prom-like for me though. My old butt needs something more sophisticated than this. I don’t want to look like I’m trying to hard!”
“You don’t look that way at all,” I said. “Me, on the other hand, I think I need to keep trying.”
Libby looked me up and down. “That one is nice. You don’t like it?”
I frowned. “Something about the color doesn’t work for me.”
“Well, go try on the one I picked out!”
I nodded, and returned to the fitting room. While the dress Libby picked out looked great on the hanger, I wasn’t so sure it looked as good on me. I stepped out of the dressing room, shaking my head. “I just don’t know what’s going on with me today.”
Libby cocked her head to the side. “Now that you mention it, there does seem to be something different about you. Have you been out in the sun lately?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Hmm,” Libby said and then shrugged her shoulders. “Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re still beautiful, and that dress looks like a winner to me.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m sure Anderson would like it.”
“I’ll put this one in the ‘maybe’ section then,” I said. “Just let me try on a few more first.”
