"I'm going to package these for you. Would you like them sent to your hotel?" Della asks.
"Yes, please. I'm going to wear this one out." I answer as I run my fingers down the pink silky fabric. The dress is tight at the top and ties around my neck with a little bow in the back. The bottom flares out and comes to mid-thigh. Preston is going to love it. I lean down and slip my shoes back on my feet, but when I stand up my heart stops.
"Rissa," Tomas says, and my body is frozen in place.
"What are you doing here?" I whisper as he steps into the dressing room.
I look at my fake father in a wrinkled suit with his hair out of place. I've never seen him so disheveled in all my life, and it's unnerving.
"Sweetheart, I didn't know Helen was trying to push those boys on you. I would never have
