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Chapter 1
Sophie
“Damn,Sophie,you’relookinghot!” Mimi says, sitting on the lounger couch in our semi-private changing room. She snaps a picture with her phone and a deep smile lines her face. “Taken for later,” she winks.
“Mimi—” I utter, but stop mid sentence. I run my hands over my hips, feeling a little vulnerable in such a dress. But the fabric of thePioveredress is to die for. I’m trying it on for the millionth time in the last hour … But whether it’s me looking this hot or the dress, I don’t know, but I feelgoodin it.
“Just buy it already, you have the money,” Mimi says.
I roll my eyes at her in the mirror, but continue looking over myself in the mirror and seriously considering it. I saw it on the Piovere feed today and just had to try it on. I knew that Nathan would already have it in stock, he always has everything in stock before it’s released. His shop is literally the space where designers birthed their greatness into the world. I hadn’t expected it to look this good in real life, or feel so great. I sighed.
“C’mon,” Mimi groans, “For the sake of everyone else's sanity. Look, even your guards are checking you out,” she nods with her head towards the entrance of the changing rooms.
I catch Sebastian turning away quickly. And Rocko. Both men are the size of small mountains. I’ve known them since I was twelve, and Seb has had a crush on me for as long as I can remember. He’s a year younger than me but you’d never know it with the beard he has.
“Just buy it and stop taunting everyone,” Mimi says, standing up from the couch. “We get it, you’re a goddess.”
“Don’t be like that,” I sass Mimi. “If you had this on you’d be turning heads.”
“Honey,” she says, staring at me in the mirror with her long brown curls framing her slim face. “I don’t need to turn heads, I only need to give head.” She bursts out laughing.
I suppress a snort, but don’t laugh. Or try to. But then I see Mimi doubling over at her own joke. “Really?” I say, and then start giggling too.
“Well one of us has to exude sexual energy. You’re about as frigid as a—”
“Okay, okay,” I flap my hands at her to be quiet. “I’m not getting it though. I’m—”
“Not worthy of a Piovere, yet.” Mimi finishes. “I’ve heard it before.” She turns and wanders to the entrance of the changing corner and closes the main curtain, which seals us off from the rest of the store. “C’mon out of the dress then.” She jacks a thumb for me to drop the clothing.
I hug it to my body. “But it’s a Piovere …”
“We do this every time,” she hisses. “Out!”
I catch the zip in between my thumb and forefinger and pull it down slightly, then sliding my thumb under the shoulder strap I wiggle out and let the masterpiece of a sun dress glide down. I put it back on the hanger with care and lay it on the changing table that Nathan has there for purchases thatwon’tbe made.
“This is how we’re spending our Friday night, may I remind you,” she says. “We could be out. We could be anywhere else. We could be getting your v-card punched”
I cough to interrupt Mimi.
“Which is long overdue,” she barrels on. She throws an arm around me. “C’mon Soph, it’s about time.” She looks at me in the mirror, tracing her eyes up and down my body. “You got curvesmamacita.And hips like that make men really happy. I know.”
For years I’ve struggled with how I view myself. I’ve always thought I was too round, then too tall, too short, not round enough! Always something to label myself …
“And stop overthinking,” Mimi says, catching my wandering eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman. Believe it. Plus, all that worry will give you crows feet.”
“What are you, my fairy godmother?” I say, a smile teased on my lips.
Mimi cocks her hip and pretends to walk with a cane. “If I’m your fairy godmother, one that grants wishes, I would’ve got that dusty old cooch—”
“Shhhh,” I jump to her and cover her mouth. Both of us giggling like idiots. “C’mon now,” I say. “Theymight hear you.”
“They?” Mimi says, with wide eyes. “As in the bodyguards that follow you day and night? Who most likely know the truth? Of which, Seb has had a crush—”
“Shhh,” I say again. “I don't exactly want my history broadcast for the world.”
Mimi snorts and then heads back to the couch, she bends and picks up her phone and handbag. I wish I was as effortlessly confident as Mimi. She’s always been so self-assured, and has the ability to help me see a small fragment of the woman she thinks I am. But she is beautiful. She has hips that I’d kill for, and a way to talk to men that makes me look like a mannequin.
“Now, what are wedoingthen?” she asks. “I’ve been leading this guy along on Matcher for weeks now. He wants into these panties, and quite frankly, I want into his too. Are we heading outfinally?”
