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Juliette turned back to the box and searched for a card. This gift was too much. She’d have to return it immediately. But who could have sent it? Only a handful of people knew she was planning on attending the charity ball. She had been added as a last-minute guest of Courtney Anderson.
Juliette spotted something red stuck between the folds of tissue paper. She reached for the envelope, ripped it open and skimmed the simple white note card inside.
“Thought you might find this useful.”
There was no signature. That was not good. The only person who might send her such an extravagant gift and leave the card unsigned would be Tyler Chase.
That’s it. You are so not going anywhere tonight.
Juliette dropped the dress back into the box and plodded over to the sofa. Just watch some trashy TV show and blow off the whole damn thing.
That proved to be easier said than done. Every commercial break, Juliette found her eyes drifting back to the white box. She found herself imagining the dress and what it might feel like to get all glammed up.
It won’t hurt try it on. It doesn’t mean you have to attend.
No. She shoved the thoughts into the far corners of her mind.
A full episode of Grey’s Anatomy passed before she finally gave in. If Meredith Grey could have her McDreamy, she could damn well try on a dress from a mystery stranger. Maybe it wasn’t from Tyler Chase at all.
Yeah right. She couldn’t even think that with a straight face.
Juliette grabbed the box and dashed into her bedroom before she gave herself time to abandon the idea. She stripped down to her panties and then undid the thin clasp. The gown was too thin and delicate to step into, especially with her curvy hips. So she carefully lifted it over her head and let it slink down around her body. She tugged gently until it lay crease-free against her like a second skin. When she turned to the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door her jaw dropped. Even barefoot and makeup free, with a tangle of unwashed hair, she looked amazing. The dark color brought out the richness of her skin. The deep v-cut showed off a mind-blowing amount of cleavage, and yet it was still tactful. And the diamond brooch, well, it sparkled and shined like it was the bow holding the entire dress together. She looked like a mouthwatering Christmas present, waiting to be unwrapped. And she loved it.
You can’t go to that ball. Only bad things will come of it.
Juliette cast aside the warning. She was nearly giddy at the thought of walking into the ballroom at the Kennedy Center for the Arts in this dress. It had nothing to do with seeing Tyler Chase’s reaction, she told herself. She just wanted to be seen. It was like the prom night she never had.
Juliette forced herself out of the dress and then began the frantic ritual of washing, waxing, and plucking to ensure her body was just as perfect as the dress she was donning. She sat at the vanity in her silk dressing gown and set her hair in hot curlers while singing along to the radio. While she waited for the curls to set she polished her nails, both fingers and toes, and then moved to her face. She did a deep smoky eye with silvers and grays that would accentuate the dark dress and a bold red lipstick. It was covered with a pale, shimmery powder that left her skin sparkling. An hour later she pulled out the curlers to reveal springy brown ringlets. She pulled the length of her hair into a loose knot and allowed the shorter curls to fall free around her face. And suddenly, she was ready for the Dress.
This time when she slipped into the gown she felt like royalty. Her body had been completely transformed and she was speechless at the finished product. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing herself in the person looking back at her. She looked like someone who donned the red carpet three times a week. Sure, she had spent hours to get the effect, but it was most definitely worth
Juliette turned back to the box and searched for a card. This gift was too much. She’d have to return it immediately. But who could have sent it? Only a handful of people knew she was planning on attending the charity ball. She had been added as a last-minute guest of Courtney Anderson.
Juliette spotted something red stuck between the folds of tissue paper. She reached for the envelope, ripped it open and skimmed the simple white note card inside.
“Thought you might find this useful.”
There was no signature. That was not good. The only person who might send her such an extravagant gift and leave the card unsigned would be Tyler Chase.
That’s it. You are so not going anywhere tonight.
Juliette dropped the dress back into the box and plodded over to the sofa. Just watch some trashy TV show and blow off the whole damn thing.
That proved to be easier said than done. Every commercial break, Juliette found her eyes drifting back to the white box. She found herself imagining the dress and what it might feel like to get all glammed up.
It won’t hurt try it on. It doesn’t mean you have to attend.
No. She shoved the thoughts into the far corners of her mind.
A full episode of Grey’s Anatomy passed before she finally gave in. If Meredith Grey could have her McDreamy, she could damn well try on a dress from a mystery stranger. Maybe it wasn’t from Tyler Chase at all.
Yeah right. She couldn’t even think that with a straight face.
Juliette grabbed the box and dashed into her bedroom before she gave herself time to abandon the idea. She stripped down to her panties and then undid the thin clasp. The gown was too thin and delicate to step into, especially with her curvy hips. So she carefully lifted it over her head and let it slink down around her body. She tugged gently until it lay crease-free against her like a second skin. When she turned to the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door her jaw dropped. Even barefoot and makeup free, with a tangle of unwashed hair, she looked amazing. The dark color brought out the richness of her skin. The deep v-cut showed off a mind-blowing amount of cleavage, and yet it was still tactful. And the diamond brooch, well, it sparkled and shined like it was the bow holding the entire dress together. She looked like a mouthwatering Christmas present, waiting to be unwrapped. And she loved it.
You can’t go to that ball. Only bad things will come of it.
Juliette cast aside the warning. She was nearly giddy at the thought of walking into the ballroom at the Kennedy Center for the Arts in this dress. It had nothing to do with seeing Tyler Chase’s reaction, she told herself. She just wanted to be seen. It was like the prom night she never had.
Juliette forced herself out of the dress and then began the frantic ritual of washing, waxing, and plucking to ensure her body was just as perfect as the dress she was donning. She sat at the vanity in her silk dressing gown and set her hair in hot curlers while singing along to the radio. While she waited for the curls to set she polished her nails, both fingers and toes, and then moved to her face. She did a deep smoky eye with silvers and grays that would accentuate the dark dress and a bold red lipstick. It was covered with a pale, shimmery powder that left her skin sparkling. An hour later she pulled out the curlers to reveal springy brown ringlets. She pulled the length of her hair into a loose knot and allowed the shorter curls to fall free around her face. And suddenly, she was ready for the Dress.
This time when she slipped into the gown she felt like royalty. Her body had been completely transformed and she was speechless at the finished product. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing herself in the person looking back at her. She looked like someone who donned the red carpet three times a week. Sure, she had spent hours to get the effect, but it was most definitely worth
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