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Monsters and complete fuddy-duddies, I bet, that’s who. And since I’d never considered myself either—yeah—had to check out the bling.
Just real quick.
Drawing in a deep, stunned breath, I took in the closet that led off from the side of the bathroom. The light was on inside, and oh my God.
Lord have mercy, it was full of gowns. So many glorious, beautiful gowns that my feet shuffled me into that closet before my brain could tell them not to.
“Holy shit,” I breathed in awe.
I had thought the rhinestone-coated front door had been something, but this—this was heaven on earth.
“I’m dead,” I said in a hollow voice. “I’ve died and gone to heaven, haven’t I?”
There were more dresses in here than in, like, a dress shop. Fancy, exotic, ball gown-type dresses. And they ranged in every color, every design, every princess fantasy a girl might ever dream come true. I’d had so many princess fantasies, too. When I was little, I had constantly stolen into my parents’ closet to try on my momma’s pretty black dress.
But these—these were so much more extravagant and elegant and beautiful than my mom’s one plain dress.
She’d been buried in that dress, and I’d never seen it again.
Blinking, I reached out, and my fingers literally shook as they coasted over the various materials.
“There’s just so many,” I murmured, my palm experiencing a new texture with each dress it encountered.
Pausing at a strapless tan number covered in gold sequins, I stroked the skirt part that seemed to flare out at mid-thigh and thought back to the nasty woman I’d met in the hallway. She’d been about my height and weight. We’d shared similar proportions. What were the odds that we wore the same size?
Unable to help myself, I looked for the tag. When I couldn’t find one, I pulled the dress off the rack and held it up to myself, only to release a breath.
“Of course,” I muttered.
The exact same freaking size.
She couldn’t have been a totally different dimension than me, now could she? Nooo. That would’ve made the situation all too easy for me to turn around and leave. Like I should have.
But now—now I was filled with the lure of staying and trying that pretty gold dress on.
The temptation swelled and bloated to unbelievable proportions. If I didn’t do something about it, the crazy pull in me was probably going to explode and leave a hell of a bigger mess on the floor than a minor, ol’ wine stain. And we couldn’t have that.
No, we most certainly could not.
“I’m probably going to regret this,” I announced aloud, even as I rushed to stuff the pill bottle into my bag and let the entire sack drop to the floor before I stripped off my hoodie and yoga pants.
“Seriously, what am I doing?” I asked myself, even as I shed my bra and reached for the dress again. I needed to get back home to Miguel.
But I just wanted to see what the dress looked like on me.
One minute—two tops, and I’d be in and out of it, and on my way home again, no one being the wiser that it had ever been on my body for, like, ten seconds.
“Oh damn.” I whistled in awe right before whining, “I can’t believe I’m—” Turning the dress around, I held my breath, too overcome to keep chattering nervously to myself.
My fingers trembled, making the zipper a bitch to draw down. As I gripped the cloth sides before stepping into the eye of the hurricane, a cold breeze of indecision raced down my spine. I shivered it off and slid my foot into the pooled skirt, then I pulled the material up my legs, over my hips, and around my breasts.
Holy hell, it fit like a dream. I think this damn dress had been made for me. Reaching around to my spine, I drew the zipper up, sucking in a breath as the cloth hugged me inside it.
“Wow,” I whimpered. It was perfect. Absolutely, amazingly perfect.
I skimmed my hands along myself, over my hips and across my butt to feel how everything looked, but I kind of wanted to see it with my own eyes. Frowning as I gazed around the enormous closet, I huffed when I couldn’t find a mirror anywhere. How could such a woman not be vain enough to have a full-length mirror inside her closet? Really?
I started to turn away, only to pause.
