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Chapter Five
Saint
Josh is downstairs.
I know this because the housekeeper told me twenty minutes ago.
Normally, I would be out the door in a heartbeat and down to meet him. But today is different.
"Does this look good on me?" Isabella asks, and although this is the fifth outfit she has tried on, I act like it's the first time.
"It's nice, I like it."
This particular outfit is a blue gown that is loose and comfortable, flowing down to her ankles. It's one of the dresses the personal shopper, that I hired, got for her.
She had argued and insisted on getting her "perfectly good" clothes from home, but I just wanted an opportunity to spend money on her.
She grins. "I love it too. It's so comfortable and since the weather is so hot, it's definitely welcome."
"So, is this it?" I ask hopefully. We have been going through outfits for almost half an hour now and I may be tired but I’m entertained.
"I think so. Do you think she’ll like it?"
The ‘she’ in question is my sister-in-law, Stella, who found out about Isabella being in my home and threw a fit, saying that I never tell her anything.
Apparently, she misses having female company.
They met for the first time yesterday and hit it off straight away. Today they have an outing planned. It will be Stella's first outing since giving birth and Isabella is anxious to impress her.
"Yes," I reply. "She'll love it."
With a big grin she turns around to head back inside her walk-in closet and my jaw sags.
"What the actual fuck is that?" I spit out, taking in the back of the dress, which doesn't exist.
There's a big gaping hole where the back should be. The hole extends all the way down to her waist.
"What?"
"You can't wear that out," I say, worried about all eyes on her.
"But it's comfortable," she replies. "And I feel really good in it."
"But the back is gone! And it's too hot for a jacket."
"Damn right it is," Stella's voice is heard as she walks in through the open door.
I've known Stella since I was a child. She was always over at our place when they were teenagers. That’s when they first began dating. They had Anastasia when they were twenty three before getting married a year later.
"Hey brother-in-law," she says, coming to give me a hug before walking over to Isabella.
"You look gorgeous, Isabella. I love your dress."
Isabella smiles victoriously at me. "Saint doesn't like it because of the back," she replies and Stella laughs.
"Ignore the Amaro men," she quips. "If they could, they would bundle their women in humongous coats."
Their women. That sounds like a dream I'm hoping earnestly will come true.
