AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Can I call Percival back into the room to do some makeup while you change into the first look I’ve picked out for you?"
I nod, steeling myself. What will I look like in the mirror wearing new clothes? I can’t even imagine it, if I am totally honest with myself.
Percival dashes on a little makeup. Rouge on my cheeks, color on my lips, a shimmery nude eyeshadow coupled with a black eyeliner.
I pluck the long pink dress from the rolling rack. “Can I try this on first?"
"You can try on anything you like." Stephen gives me a grin. "They’ll all look stunning on you, I am sure."
The sleeves and the top layer of the dress are sheer. It’s all a beautiful fuchsia color, coupled with a floral pattern that is vague and indistinct. Underneath is a tighter sheath. Thin straps meet a satin bustier and flow down to my feet. I wriggle into the dress and step into the shoes that Stephen places before me. Then he zips up my dress as Percival comes back with the body length mirror.
For a moment, I don’t even recognize myself. I catch a glimpse of a gorgeous redhead in a killer dress. Chills run down my arms before I even realize that it is me.
I can’t stop staring at myself. My hair is long, drawn back over my shoulder. My eyes look amazingly blue. My skin looks like flawless cream. And the dress… it shows off a little cleavage and manages to be quite clingy while also leaving enough to the imagination. The shoes he chose are pink high heels with a bright red sole. I can barely stand in them, but the effect overall is just stunning.
My hands fly to my lips, my eyes unable to stop raking up and down my own figure.
"Well?" Stephen asks. "What do you think?"
I look at him, my eyes filling with tears. I blot them away hastily, staved off by Stephen’s own handkerchief. I laugh as I wipe away my tears, shaking my head.
"The dress is beautiful," I say. "Really beautiful."
"No. The woman is beautiful. The dress is just a garment until she puts it on."
"Excuse me, Stephen?" Stacy pops her head in, apologetic. "I’m sorry, but Mr. Morgan requests that Ms. Chance try on this dress." She looks at me with a polite smile. "He asked that you wear it tonight."
I look at the dress as she carries it over. It’s a stretchy silver material that extends from a pair of tiny straps down to a lush swath of silver fabric and it ends abruptly.
"It’s so short!" I exclaim.
Stephen leans closer to me, giving me a knowing smile. "That must be why your fiancé wants you to wear it."
I scowl.
Standing still, Stephen lets me out of the pink dress. I hold my hands up in the air while he slides the silver dress down onto my form.
The material barely covers my chest and flows down to stop at the middle of my thigh. I glance up into the mirror and frown.
I have only changed my dress, but in the mirror, a nubile young woman's legs, arms, and décolletage are on full display.
"Do I at least get to wear a shawl?" I grouse.
Stephen gives me a wink. "I have just the thing."
He pulls a caramel-colored shawl from the rack and drapes it over my shoulders.
I look more closely at the fox head that’s now lying on my upper arm and scowl. "Is this real?"
"Definitely not. We aren’t doing real fur anymore. But it looks real, doesn’t it?"
I run my fingers down the length of the fabric, admiring the silky feel. "It’s really nice."
"Good. I hope you’re as happy with your transformation today as I am. Because honey, you look like a million bucks."
I flush, my first thought being that I am only worth half a million so far.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and smile softly. "Thank you. Thanks to the whole glam squad."
