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out for you in the other room.”
“She knows my dress size?”
“My sister knows everything,” Dante answered with a boyish grin. “I guess this is the end of the meeting.”
Overwhelmed with her newfound line of credit, Trisha thanked Dante and Mr. Brown. She left the two to discuss further matter about the arrangement in private. Lucia awaited her in a nearby room.
Lucia’s sizable apartment was as neat and organized as the Black Hounds clubhouse was cluttered and unruly. The room had been made into conference room for impromptu meetings. The woman seemed to work even when she was at home.
Trisha entered the room and found Dante’s sister talking to someone over the phone. The woman wore a business suit that fit in well with her lithe, athletic body. She wore no makeup or jewelry. However, a string of tattoos could be seen under the cuffs of her blouse.
Not noticing her presence, Lucia chatted away. “Yes, I need you to check his record and see if anyone-“
The woman stopped mid-sentence when she saw Trisha. The farm girl raised her hands. “Sorry, Lucia. I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
“I’ll talk to you later,” she said, ending the conversation on her smartphone. Lucia turned and smiled at her visitor. “No, I should apologize. Dante told me to prepare you for tomorrow. In all honesty, I just didn’t think you’d accept the terms so readily.”
Trisha laughed. “That makes two of us.”
“Follow me,” she replied, leading Trisha to a nearby table. It held several garment bags. They were type she had seen used at the dry cleaners. They most likely held designer dresses. “Well, it’s time for us to make you the belle of the ball.”
“What’s the dress code for a car show?” Trisha probed. “I don’t suppose leather jackets are in vogue.”
“I wish it was for us ladies,” the businesswoman chuckled, brushing her short tomboyish hair. “I hated wearing dresses. I put on Dante’s spare jeans and leather jacket whenever I could. Mom wanted me to wear a skirt like the other girls. Dad, on the other hand, figured I might as well wear clothes my size instead of borrowing Dante’s stuff. He got a Black Hounds jacket made just for me. Even now, a fancy dress feels like I’m wearing someone else’s skin.”
“I can relate,” the farm girl replied. “I grew up wearing tattered jeans and overalls. Besides, my family never had much money for fancy clothing.”
“Since we’re running on a tight schedule,” Lucia began, unzipping one of the garment bags. “I took the pleasure of choosing some dresses for you. One of my business partners is married to a woman who owns her own dress shop. She even seams ever own clothing. These dresses are fresh off the loom.”
Trisha gasped when a beautiful blue silk dress came into view. “It’s gorgeous…”
Lucia unzipped the next one. It was a black dress. “You can’t go wrong with this piece when it comes to a ritzy dinner. It covers the arm and back. However, a car show is a little more casual. We don’t want you to come off as snobbish during your debut.”
Trisha touched the zipper of the final garment bag. “May I?”
Lucia nodded. “You’re the one who will wear it. In the future, we’ll let plan out your appearance and provide then necessary funds. These will have to do for now.”
The farm girl gasped when she saw the contents of the garment bag.
The satiny red dress was almost like a negligee. Silk stitching lined the edges with an intricate pattern. Straddling the line between evening wear and lingerie, the dress left much exposed.
Trisha held up the soft, luxurious dress. Its low cut and slit would reveal a sizable amount of leg and cleavage. The farm girl thought it looked more appropriate on a Maxim model than the would be girlfriend of a CEO.
“She knows my dress size?”
“My sister knows everything,” Dante answered with a boyish grin. “I guess this is the end of the meeting.”
Overwhelmed with her newfound line of credit, Trisha thanked Dante and Mr. Brown. She left the two to discuss further matter about the arrangement in private. Lucia awaited her in a nearby room.
Lucia’s sizable apartment was as neat and organized as the Black Hounds clubhouse was cluttered and unruly. The room had been made into conference room for impromptu meetings. The woman seemed to work even when she was at home.
Trisha entered the room and found Dante’s sister talking to someone over the phone. The woman wore a business suit that fit in well with her lithe, athletic body. She wore no makeup or jewelry. However, a string of tattoos could be seen under the cuffs of her blouse.
Not noticing her presence, Lucia chatted away. “Yes, I need you to check his record and see if anyone-“
The woman stopped mid-sentence when she saw Trisha. The farm girl raised her hands. “Sorry, Lucia. I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
“I’ll talk to you later,” she said, ending the conversation on her smartphone. Lucia turned and smiled at her visitor. “No, I should apologize. Dante told me to prepare you for tomorrow. In all honesty, I just didn’t think you’d accept the terms so readily.”
Trisha laughed. “That makes two of us.”
“Follow me,” she replied, leading Trisha to a nearby table. It held several garment bags. They were type she had seen used at the dry cleaners. They most likely held designer dresses. “Well, it’s time for us to make you the belle of the ball.”
“What’s the dress code for a car show?” Trisha probed. “I don’t suppose leather jackets are in vogue.”
“I wish it was for us ladies,” the businesswoman chuckled, brushing her short tomboyish hair. “I hated wearing dresses. I put on Dante’s spare jeans and leather jacket whenever I could. Mom wanted me to wear a skirt like the other girls. Dad, on the other hand, figured I might as well wear clothes my size instead of borrowing Dante’s stuff. He got a Black Hounds jacket made just for me. Even now, a fancy dress feels like I’m wearing someone else’s skin.”
“I can relate,” the farm girl replied. “I grew up wearing tattered jeans and overalls. Besides, my family never had much money for fancy clothing.”
“Since we’re running on a tight schedule,” Lucia began, unzipping one of the garment bags. “I took the pleasure of choosing some dresses for you. One of my business partners is married to a woman who owns her own dress shop. She even seams ever own clothing. These dresses are fresh off the loom.”
Trisha gasped when a beautiful blue silk dress came into view. “It’s gorgeous…”
Lucia unzipped the next one. It was a black dress. “You can’t go wrong with this piece when it comes to a ritzy dinner. It covers the arm and back. However, a car show is a little more casual. We don’t want you to come off as snobbish during your debut.”
Trisha touched the zipper of the final garment bag. “May I?”
Lucia nodded. “You’re the one who will wear it. In the future, we’ll let plan out your appearance and provide then necessary funds. These will have to do for now.”
The farm girl gasped when she saw the contents of the garment bag.
The satiny red dress was almost like a negligee. Silk stitching lined the edges with an intricate pattern. Straddling the line between evening wear and lingerie, the dress left much exposed.
Trisha held up the soft, luxurious dress. Its low cut and slit would reveal a sizable amount of leg and cleavage. The farm girl thought it looked more appropriate on a Maxim model than the would be girlfriend of a CEO.
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