“Are you ready?” Ambrose asked me from the other side of the door.
I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I am wearing a white flowy dress that Ambrose asked his personal shopper to buy. We were supposed to buy it but Ambrose went to work and he didn’t want me to go out with a stranger. Which, I don’t understand.
I touched the chiffon fabric and nodded in affirmation. The dress was simple but it looked so elegant when worn. And it fit me well. I wonder how the personal shopper knew my size. I don’t even know if she had seen me.
She also bought me a pearl white necklace that went perfectly with the dress. I have to commend the shopper’s fashion sense.
I wore a pair of crystal stilettoes and walked to the door to open it. Ambrose was there, wearing his black three-piece suit and
