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“Change?”

“I have picked some lingerie for you.”

“Lingerie?”

“Miss Nolan, if you keep repeating what I say, we’ll be here all day.”

I rise hastily and clumsy fingers let go of my bag.

“Shit...”

I sink down to the fur, stuffing things back in.

“Miss Nolan...you can say no.”

“I love him.”

“Good. This is an act of trust, so we’re halfway there.”

I go to the bathroom, dump my bag on the counter, fighting tears. As I compose myself, I see in the reflection of the mirror a clothes rail filled with varying styles of lingerie all in green.

Green...my favorite color.

My emotions tumble within; he’s shared secrets with a woman I didn’t even know existed.

I pick through the rack, choked. There are elaborate creations from the biggest names in fashion and not one item has a price tag on it, but they are clearly brand new.

I look for a modest number, but there’s nothing even close to my usual basic black...I pick a strapless bra but once I’ve put it on, it barely covers my nipples. I slide the matching high-cut panties on. I stare at the woman in the full-length mirror. Okay, so the workouts for the wedding are paying off...but...I can’t. I’m about to haul them off and look for something else when there’s a sharp knock at the door.

“Miss Nolan, it’s time.”

Shit.

I spray some deodorant on, grab the matching silk wrap that reaches midthigh and head out.

“There, that wasn’t too difficult was it?”

I’m hot on my cheeks, feeling thoroughly exposed.

“That color really does suit you,” she says, as she taps her finger against her lips, “but you’re missing something...”

She reaches for a box that has been pushed under the bed out of sight and opens it.

I shake my head, “I don’t wear heels that high...”

“You do now.”

I take the black pumps...they are my size.

“How...?”

Demica just smiles. The knot in my stomach tightens.

John.

I slide them on, teetering a little as I adjust my posture.

“Take the gown off.”

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