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“About what?”
“About being spanked in the street. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it at the time because you had your worried face on but did he really do that?”
I nod at her, taking a sip of my coffee. “Oh, yes.”
She grins. “Tell you a secret?”
“What?”
“I’ve always wanted to try something like that.”
“Seriously? It was humiliating.”
“That’s the whole point. That whole degrading thing. One of my dirty little fantasies. Don’t tell Rocky!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’d never be brave enough to do it though. What if the cops saw you or something?”
“I said that. Vincenzo just laughed and said the cops wouldn’t dare arrest him.”
There’s a buzz at the door, interrupting our conversation. I head over to answer.
It’s the wedding dress.
I go collect it from the lobby. On the way down, I bump into the super. He takes one look at me and runs off in the other direction, not looking back.
“Okay,” I tell myself. “Bit weird.”
At least he’s been paid the rent. No reason to pester me anymore. He looked afraid of me though. Has he heard about Vincenzo taking a shine to me? I guess there’s no harm in that if it means I don’t get harassed in the halls.
I carry on down and collect the dress. I don’t open it until I’m back in the apartment. It’s inside a zip up white fabric bag and as I undo it, Cathy watches eagerly. “Hope it’s not a taffeta puffball,” she says. “My cousin’s was like that and it did not look good on her.”
I slide the dress free. Ivory, slim fitting, jewels sewn into the modesty panel on the front that sparkle in the morning light. “Wow,” Cathy says, stroking the fabric lightly. “Got to be thousands of dollars worth of Swarovski crystals alone. Go try it on.”
I stay where I am. “I’m sure you told me I should dump him.”
“I’m not saying you should marry him. I’m just saying go try it on. At least see if it fits.”
I head through to my room. It’s not too elaborate. Once I’m undressed, it slides into place. I can’t wear a bra with it, the straps would stick out too much. I don’t wear panties either. I remember what he said to me. No panties until the wedding.
The thought of telling him I’ve no underwear on while we’re saying our vows sends a thrill through me. I look at myself in the mirror when the dress is in place. It fits perfectly.
I walk back out into the lounge and Cathy claps her hands in front of her mouth. “You don’t like it?” I ask.
She’s almost crying. “I love it,” she says. “I just hope when I get married, I get to wear something half as beautiful.”
“You really think it’s all right?”
“Honey, you could shop for fifty years and not find anything even close to as good as that. You look stunning.” She walks over, tugging at the shoulder straps. “Nope. It’s perfect. So what’s the plan? You marrying him or what?”
“I don’t know. You told me he doesn’t give a shit about me.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Near enough.”
“I said he doesn’t let people close to him. This dress tells me he knows you well. He has to care about you to know so much about your figure.”
