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I bit my lip. “Oh, you’d really do that?”
“Duh,” Angela said. She rolled her eyes for emphasis. “June, you’re going to kill it on this date. Just trust me, girl. If it goes well, he’ll probably ask you for a second date before he even takes you home. He’s older, men that age don’t like to play games.”
I nodded. “I hope you’re right,” I said softly. “Because I like him so much. I get butterflies in my stomach just listening to his voice.”
Angela pretended to swoon. I threw a couch cushion at her and it bounced off her head. We collapsed in peals of laughter over our sangria – the alcohol was starting to relax me, and take the edge off of some of my nervousness. I didn’t really like being drunk – I’ve only been drunk twice in my life – but a glass of wine (or in this case, sangria) was always nice after a long day.
Angela led me into her room and I flopped on the bed as she opened her closet doors. Immediately, she began grabbing dresses and tossing them towards me. I laughed and dodged the barrage of fabrics as Angela turned around, breathless and excited.
“This one would be perfect,” she said, raising an eyebrow and holding up a tight, black cocktail dress.
“Oh my gosh, no way,” I said, shaking my head. “I couldn’t wear something like that!”
“Why the hell not?” There was a devilish gleam in Angela’s eye. “This would look so great on you, June!”
I blushed. “It’s so tight.” I wrinkled my nose. “Mr. Mar—I mean, Thomas, would think that I was just trying to have sex with him.”
Angela laughed. “Well, you do, right?”
“No!”
“Really?” Angela laughed. “I doubt that, June.”
I colored deeply. “I mean, yeah, I do,” I said softly. “But I want more than that. I want to get to know him.” I swallowed – a lump had been forming in my throat ever since Thomas had first asked me on a date. “I don’t just want him to think that I want him for sex.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “You’re so principled,” she said with a snicker. “But fine, point taken.” Tossing the black cocktail dress on the floor, she started combing through her closet once again. I sat awkwardly on her bed, watching as Angela fumbled with different dresses and outfits, all while making noises under her breath.
After what felt like an eternity, Angela turned to me and held up a green silk dress. “This would be so pretty with your eyes,” she said. “And you’re so pale, you’d look really pretty.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know….”
“What?” Angela rolled her eyes. “What’s wrong with this one?”
“It’s low in the bust.” I blushed. “I don’t want to make myself look slutty.”
“June!” Angela sighed loudly. “Come on. It’s a gorgeous dress.” She walked closer and dropped it in my lap. The rich silk slithered down to the ground and I picked it up, gazing at it with skepticism.
“Just try it on,” Angela encouraged. “Come on. For me?”
I sighed. “Fine,” I said. “But I’m not making any promises.”
Angela grinned. “You don’t have to,” she said cheekily. “Just try it on and have a look.”
Although the dress looked big, I had a hard time getting it on and zipping it up myself. When I looked in the mirror of Angela’s bathroom, I gasped.
“What? What’s wrong?” Angela came rushing in before I could stop her. “June, what happened?”
“Nothing,” I said. I couldn’t suppress my smile any longer. “It’s perfect.”
Angela grinned. “I told you,” she said.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my reflection in the mirror, even though I knew that was vain. The green silk perfectly set off my green eyes, pale skin, and black hair. I didn’t look like June Rogers anymore – I looked like a real woman, someone confident and sexy. The dress wasn’t overly complicated – just a simple, sleeveless A-line. But it made my waist look nipped in and the skirt billowed around my legs, making them look shapely and much smaller than I was used to seeing.
The kind of woman who would be perfect for Mr. Thomas March.
“You’d really let me borrow this?”
“Oh, my god, yes,” Angela said.
