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of his handwriting, feeling a thrill of excitement in my veins. Blake Harrison thought about me enough to buy me such a gorgeous dress, and he paid close enough attention to me to know my size and pick something that was exactly my style.
     
    I quickly pulled off my clothes and slipped the dress over my head. I ran my hands down the bodice, feeling how perfectly the dress conformed to my slender curves. I walked over to the tall mirror, feeling the light, silky fabric swish against my legs as I walked.  It made me want to twirl around the room and dance.
     
    I took a deep breath and looked into the ornate frame of my full-length mirror. It was like a stranger stood there, staring back at me. Despite my lack of makeup and plain hair, I looked like a princess.  The low-cut lithe fabric clung to my body, showing off the firm round curves of my breasts and hips and the flat plane of my stomach. A thin silver ribbon accentuated my waist with a tiny crystal brooch right over my belly button. The fabric flowed down from my hips, looking loose and ethereal, but still clinging to my legs with every movement.
     
    I turned around and admired the way my exposed back was only covered by a thin layer of sheer, shimmering lace. I wanted to wear this dress every day for the rest of my life. It was truly a work of art, and the most beautiful one I had ever seen.
     
    I reluctantly slipped out of the dress and folded it back into the box. It was getting late and I needed my sleep so I could have the energy I needed to make sure the party ran smoothly. I quickly changed and washed up for bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
     
    Saturday morning came far too soon. I woke up to the blaring of my alarm clock before the sun was up. I jumped out of bed, remember the dozens of last minute details that needed my supervision. I ran downstairs to find the caterers already setting up and the florists opening the back of a huge truck of flowers outside the back door. I rushed around, supervising the vendors and extra staff as they set up, for several hours before I remember to run by the kitchen and grab some coffee. Jane was waiting in the kitchen with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.
     
    “Mr. Harrison asked me to make sure you ate today,” she explained, shoving the plate into my hands.
     
    I smiled as she hurried off to make sure none of the vendors damaged any part of the mansion. The eggs were already cold, so she must have been waiting there for me a while. The afternoon was a flurry of activity, as the flowers were carefully arranged, the food prepared and laid out, and the performers arrived and tested out the equipment.
     
    Excitement started to replace my anxiety as I watched my visions start falling into place.  Before I knew it, it was time for me to go get ready. I rushed up to my room and jumped into the shower, careful to scrub myself down, wash and condition my hair with the expensive vanilla-scented products that Jane had left out for me, and shave every errant hair from my body.
     
    I primped myself more thoroughly than I ever had before; blow drying my hair and then using a curling iron to create big, soft curls. I moisturized my whole body and carefully applied my makeup. I went with a strong smoky eye and a light pink, glossy lip to accentuate the dreamy quality of my gorgeous gown.
     
    I finally stepped into the dress and zipped myself in and slid into the beautiful pair of strappy crystal-studded Louboutins that I had found left by the box with my dress. I felt giddy as I turned to admire myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the girl looking back at me. She looked glamorous, wealthy, and beautiful. I had never really considered myself beautiful. My friend Mary was beautiful, with her pale blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and long legs. I always considered myself average. My hair was long, thick and glossy, but the dark color next to my light skin and green eyes made me feel mousy. Unlike Mary,