A single Promise (Wegberg trilogy 1.) (Lesbian story) COMPLETED

Chapter 5

Abigail arrived ten minutes earlier than the woman.

Yesterday, when she left the office, her first destination was a thrift store where she spent $200 just on clothes. The elegant body-hugging dress she was wearing now was the most expensive one, but Abigail chose it anyway. 'I deserve it' she decided.

Thanks to her phone, she looked up the place the woman wanted to meet at, realizing that it was a well-known hotel with a restaurant. She couldn't go there in a simple jeans and T-shirt.

She fell in love at first sight; the deep forest-green dress caught her eyes immediately as she stepped into the store, making a bee line to check its price. Trying it on she couldn't look away from the mirror. It was perfectly fitted with a deep cleavage making her breasts appear tastefully. When she turned around, she noticed the slight cut showing off her smooth thigh.

"It looks lovely on you." The shop assistant, an elderly woman, said smiling gently at the anxious girl, standing in front of the mirror.

"I don't know..." it was too revealing, but she liked it on herself. She never owned a dress like this. Not even at her prom. Taking it off, she decided that first comes the shirts, jeans, etc. Hording a large pile she started to try them on and off. In the end she carried 10 pieces of blouses, shirts and tops with 3 jeans, a brand-new coat, and two purses to the cashier. Piling them in front of the woman, she couldn't take her eyes off the dress she left hanging at the side. She could feel it calling her, attracting her eyes every minute. Obviously, the lady at the store noticed it, and left the girl alone to grab the dress with the hanger. "You want it?" she held it up. "It's way too expensive for my budget, Miss." But the girl's eyes told everything the woman needed to know.

"Look, I have the exact same colored high-heels in the back. Try them on, and if it fits you, I give the dress 50% off with the shoes free." with that she quickly disappeared behind a well-hidden door, arriving seconds later with a cream-colored box. "Here, sit down." The lady motioned toward a puff.

Taking off her sandals she slipped in the cool high heel, feeling like Cinderella when it fitted her perfectly. Standing up she was a bit scared of its height but after a little practice she could walk around the store without wobbling. Now she was as tall as the Dutch woman, she realized.

"I am taking it."

~*~

"Wegberg." The waiter nodded and led her to a gently lit table, shielding them away from the crowd. An ice bucket was already placed in the middle of the table with a cooled champagne and two crystal glasses.

Abigail was surprised when the boy pulled the plush chair out for her only to push it back when the petite girl was sitting on it. However, the girl noticed the innocent glances at her breasts and face while the young waiter poured the golden liquid in a glass for her, almost filling it up to the rim, while getting lost in Abigail's cleavage. She didn't mind the attention though, as long as it was harmless, and honestly it felt good. She spent three hours getting ready, pulling her hair in a bun, leaving a few strands out to frame her heart-shaped face, applying light golden eyeshadow with black mascara and a burgundy lipstick.

Thanking the waiter, she grabbed her purse looking at the time, unaware that Valeria was standing right above her on the gallery for a good minute now, watching the waiter's interaction with her new toy. She didn't blame him, as she, herself, was having a good time looking at the girl's cleavage from above. Arriving at nine she already paid for the hotel suit she was renting for tonight, placing her stuff in the bedroom, taking a shower and dressing up in a casual nude colored jumpsuit.

Sipping her wine, she looked at her watch.

09:54 pm.

"Clever girl." She muttered. Taking her time, she slowly started to walk toward the staircase, her curled locks bouncing as her beige heels clicked with her every step.