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He checked the clock on the wall. He didn’t want to be late. “Are you nearly ready?” He went to the closet where Chelsea had disappeared to find something to wear.
She turned to him with a smile. “I don’t know what to wear.”
“You look beautiful in whatever you wear.”
“Thank you, but there’s something you should know about me.”
He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was coming.
She laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Come in here?”
He stepped into her closet, which was huge and filled with racks and racks of clothes and shoes.
She gave him a sheepish grin. “You might think this is my closet, but isn’t. It’s my dressing up box. These aren’t just clothes, they’re my costumes. I play dress up, according to where I’m going and what I’m doing.”
He laughed. “You do?”
She nodded solemnly. “See this?” She pulled out a scarlet red thing. When she held it up, he recognized it as the dress she’d worn the night they first met.
He nodded.
“This was the costume of a girl who would go out and hook up with a guy. I wore the costume, I played the part.”
He smiled. “You played the part, but it isn’t who you are.”
“No. It really isn’t, but that was the kind of girl I wanted to be that night, so that’s what I wore.”
“I’m glad you did.” He frowned. “But I hope you get rid of it now.”
She gave him a puzzled look.
“I hope you don’t ever want to be that kind of girl again.”
She laughed. “Oh, no, I don’t. At least not for real, but I might wear it again—when we go out, you can pick me up and take me home again.”
“Yeah, I like the sound of that.”
“And see this?” she held up the suit she’d worn the morning he’d ‘met’ her in the boardroom. “This was to help me feel like a professional, a kick-ass business woman.”
“It worked.”
She nodded. “And tonight—tonight I don’t know what to wear.”
“Who do you want to be?”
“I want to be a woman in love. A woman who’s going out in public as a couple with her man for the first time. I want to look beautiful for you, and I want everyone to see and to know how happy I am.”
That made him smile. “And what are your options?”
She held up a long flowy dress with flowers on it. It looked like a hippy dress. He liked it, but it wasn’t doing it for him. Not that he’d say so.
She laughed. “I know, it’s not sexy, but it’s romantic and … no? Okay. No.”
“I didn’t say a word.”
She laughed. “You might not have spoken, but your face said it all. Then there’s this.” She pulled out a little black dress.
He liked it!
