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Shaking my head while laughing at her, I walk toward her and fully open the garment bag. My jaw drops, on top is the corset on its own royal purple silk hanger, but it’s what’s underneath that takes my breath away.
It’s black see through lace with black butterflies and a floral design embroidered into it. As I stare at the masterpiece, Harper takes the corset off the hanger. “Here, put this on first.” She instructs while passing it to me. Bringing my attention back, I take the delicate piece from her and begin putting it on. Putting my legs through the opening, and pulling it up my body, I place the straps over my shoulders. Harper begins doing up the back for me. Running my hands along the fabric, admiring the sweetheart neckline, and I’m so pleased it fits my frame perfectly.
“Ok, this next piece is delicate. One snag on a hangnail and it's ruined. So be very careful.” Harper scolds me while bringing out the lace, looking at it in the bag I wasn't sure how it would work. Seeing it now, she sewed me an entire dress. It’s stunning.
She is holding it open for me, squatted on the ground so I can step in. Once I step in, Harper slowly starts to rise with it, moving it up my body. All I want to do is touch it and admire her masterpiece.
“Arms in the openings,” she whispers.
We are having a moment, and I am fully living in it.
It’s soft against my skin. Not rough like I thought it would be. The sleeves are long and form perfectly against my arms.
Harper moves around me to maneuver the rest of it up and over my shoulders. The neckline wraps around my throat, and there’s a zipper up the back.
Turning to the mirror, I take myself in.
The dress is form-fitting from the waist up, and the corset shows perfectly through the black lace. The sporadic, but perfectly placed, embroidered flowers and butterflies are on full display as it flows down from the fitted waist. It’s been tailored for my height, and leaves a short train running behind me. It’s stunning.
I’m speechless.
“How can I ever repay you? Harper, this is… I have no words.”
“Just say thank you. That's all I need.”
Turning around carefully to face her, I’m still lost for words and all I can say is, “Thank you.”
She fixes my hair, making some of it fall back over my shoulders.
I look at her through the mirror’s reflection, still amazed. “How did you know my measurements? It fits perfectly, Harper. You are so talented.”
Harper looks down at her feet before looking back up at me, hesitantly, “My mom. She has a similar frame and build to you. So I used her.”
I’ve never seen or heard her really speak about her mom before.
“Your mom. Is she around? You have never mentioned her to me before.”
Biting her lip and shifting her eyes slightly. “My mom… my mom died a few years ago.”
“Shit, I’m sorry Harper. I had no idea. Will we see her tonight at the ceremony?”
She shakes her head slightly. “No. She isn’t buried here yet. You see… My dad… We have kept her preserved, and she’s still at home with us. It’s been hard on dad. She was his life. I help him keep her how she is. To the best of our ability.”
I wrap her in a hug. She needs to know I would never judge her or her family for that. I’m about to end the life of Joanie, even if I wanted to judge, I couldn’t.
Stepping back after a few moments, Harper gives me a slight smile. “I’ll meet you out there. You got this. You were born for this.” She kisses my cheek before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
I continue to admire this dress, and notice a black box on the bed. Holding my dress up, I walk to the bed and open it. Inside are black sandal stiletto heels.
Feeling the familiar chill, Merrick pops up next to me.
Without saying a word, he grabs one shoe and bends to the floor with it. Carefully, he moves the fabric to show my bare foot. Placing the shoe to the ground, he gently takes my foot and guides it in. His fingers bush against the calf of my leg, and a chill runs up my spine. Once my foot is fully in the shoe, he takes the strap at the ankle and does it up.
I pass him the second shoe, and he does the same thing. This is the most intimate moment we have ever had.
Before getting up, he takes one shoe-clad foot in his hand, raising it slightly and kisses the top of my foot before putting it back to the ground.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t gone soft on you. I’ll have you on your knees licking my shoes and balls later.” Merrick says looking up at me with a wink.
