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11

"Come out." My grip on the door tightened but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't push down the handle.

"I can't. This is weird!" Niccolò heaves a sigh, clearly annoyed.

I'd been in the dressing room for almost fifteen minutes. Because of my idiotic need to wear a dress where I didn't need a bra - the stylist had suggested lingerie to compliment every dress I was trying on.

I looked back in the mirror once more at the deep red lace covering my boobs with a cute double strap going over my shoulders. It left enough skin showing where you could see my brown nipples hard against the fabric.

The underwear was a thong suspender set, with clips that were currently hanging against my thighs. My hair was up in a ponytail to help the process move smoother but it only exposed my back, showcasing the tattoo running the length of my spine.

"There are only the three of us shortcake. And I'm sure what you've got is something I've seen a million-" he's interrupted when I push the door open and his eyes immediately run the length of my body.

"You're an asshole." Even though my voice held annoyance I was pleased that seeing my almost naked body rendered him silent.

"Bella. Gorgeous. Sei stupenda! Come," the man who'd been styling me beckons me over so I walk away from Niccolò and smirk when I catch him staring at my ass though a mirror. [Beautiful. You look gorgeous!]

The first dress is zipped from the bag and a grimace finds it's way on my face immediately. It's red with thick straps over the shoulder and the fabric is bunched at the waist. Though it's floor length and has a small slit, it's not enough to convince me I won't look like a tomato.

Before I can protest, Flavio is turning me to face a mirror and the he's bending to have me step into the dress. If the man wasn't so obviously gay, I would've considered his actions inappropriate. Instead, I was comfortable and easily stepped into the taffeta dress.

Once the zipper was securely in place, I was immediately shaking my head as my eyes met Niccolò's through the mirror. "I look like the red teletubby."

Both his and Flavio's brows furrowed as if I'd said the strangest thing. Wow. "You don't know what a teletubby is do you?" Both the men shook their heads and I only sighed and gestured for the horrid dress to be removed from my body. "Next, please."

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About sixty dresses later, I was ready to give up. I was tired, hungry and just about at my breaking point. Only the thought of Cathy was keeping me going but even using her as motivation was starting to fail.

"Hm," Flavio stared at me in my seated position on the couch. It was a lot more comfortable seeing as I had on a robe and was sipping on wine. Wine could only calm my annoyance slightly. "I think I see the problem. I know the perfect dress."

He muttered something in Italian before he was scrambling off to a different section in the store. I only shook my head realizing that the man was a bit of a scatterbrain. He did have some great pieces, just nothing for my awkward body type.

It was like trying to dress a Smurf.

"You need to pick a dress." Niccolò was almost as annoyed as me. Only it was impossible because he wasn't the one being turned into a doll. All he'd done was sit and stare.

"You think I don't want to pick one? I'm hungry and we have places to be." I bring my glass to my lips again taking a sip before placing it back on the coaster.

He rolled his eyes at me saying we were going somewhere but I'd been using my gps to see the closet destination spot and it was only a thirty minute walk. In heels... I shook away the thoughts of doubt. I was doing it. Me and my camera - that was unfortunately left in the room.