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“What? You might as well tell me.”
“I got us a reservation at Wilfrid’s,” he said, with pride.
“Okay?” I’d never heard of it.
“Toby, it’s the restaurant at the Chateau Laurier. It’s very expensive and swanky.”
“Oh,” I said. “Oh! Wow. Okay.”
“AndI got us a room.”
Oh, hallelujah, praise the Lord.
“Seriously?” I said, eyes wide and spirits lifted.
“Seriously.”
“I love you,” I crooned, making goo-goo eyes at him.
“I love you, too. Now stop obsessing over my friend and figure out what you’re going to wear.”
* * * *
WhatwasI going to wear? In a moment of clarity, I decided I wanted to wear a dress. Dinner and a room at the Chateau Laurier with my incredible and kinky boyfriend called for something special.
I actually had two dresses. One was a casual navy sweater dress that I’d borrowed from Esther and that she’d told me to keep. But I also owned a deep burgundy sheath number that did incredible things for my ass, thighs and arms. I’d worn it to various queer venues in Montreal with Esther and Lev. And I really,reallywanted to wear it tonight.
I decided I should run the idea by Alastair. Not that I was asking for permission. If I really wanted to wear it, I’d wear it. We’d probably get some looks. I didn’t give a fuck, but Alastair might.
I texted Alastair as I stood there looking at the two dresses.
Yeah?
Would you mind if I wore a dress on our date tonight?
There was a pause, then three dots as Alastair typed.
I don’t think I mind. What kind of dress?
I took a photo of the burgundy dress on its hanger.
This one.
He sent a shocked emoji…and a tongue hanging out emoji…and three fire emojis. Then…
Please wear that. I’m begging you!
I laughed as I typed back.
Save your begging for later.
* * * *
Nigel had gone to his preliminary photo shoot and apparently had a date later, so might or might not be sleeping on the couch tonight. Alastair had given him his own code for the door, just in case, and told him we were staying at the Chateau overnight.
I stomped down the stairs in my burgundy Doc Martens, opaque black tights and my dress in almost the exact same color as the boots. The dress hugged me in all the best places. It had long sleeves, a boat neck, and a slit up one side. Esther had given me a pearl choker that she’d inherited after her grandmother passed away. I would have worn my dog collar if we’d been going to the bars, but Wilfrid’s was a classy joint.
Alastair’s chin dropped when he saw me. But I almost didn’t notice, because of how goodhelooked.
