A Vegas Mishap (#2)

Fight or Flirt

Ophelia

"Apply a little more foundation on the right corner of your forehead," Payton said over the video call.

"Why?" I groaned.

"Just to cover up those tiny pimples," she told me.

I clicked my tongue and applied very little of it to my forehead as I tried not to cringe.

This day has been filled with so much drama since morning that my eyes are hurting at this point because of the number of times I have rolled them.

After I had called Allison and explained to her my dire need of a non-conservative not so revealing dress and making sure that she has the address for delivery correct, I had called the manager in my Rome office. The manager almost fainted when I told her that I needed a box of our latest collection urgently. She couldn't believe her ears that I was asking for it and that too for myself. Since we didn't have a local store in this country, I had to ask her to look for something in the warehouses. Luckily, there were some testers in the warehouse in Oakland and they got one of the man there to catch the next flight to Seattle and deliver it to me by five leaving two hours for me to get ready.

"Done?" I asked Payton, showing her my face.

"Yes, now just one last thing. One stroke of the blush on both your cheeks," she told me, and I rolled my eyes again.

I swear I feel like a clown. Why did I even decide to do this again?

Right, for Ethan Welsh to not be embarrassed when he introduces me to others.

"That's it, Payton. I am not doing anything more," I told her finally.

"You are looking so beautiful, Ophelia. I can't wait to see you in your gown," she said, and I groaned again.

Allison said that this was the least revealing one in her collection that was available for me to use right away. But, after looking at it, I had called her straight away to ask if she had sent me the wrong one. She had laughed and sent me the pictures of some of the dresses she had sent to her other customers for tonight, and I swear to god, it made me wonder why they were even wearing them. They might as well just go naked.

I opened my closet and got the dress out of its cover and wore it.

I went back to the bathroom to see myself in the mirror and show it to Payton.

"Is it too much?" I asked her.

"Too much? This is too good. You look mesmerizing, Ophelia. I swear to god, if Ethan doesn't end up kissing you tonight, I am announcing him gay," she told me.

"Shut up, Payton," I glared at her as my cheeks burned from the reminder of our kiss last week.

I rolled my eyes and glanced at myself in the mirror, looking at myself.

It was a golden silk gown. When one looks at it from the front, it looks pretty simple, with just a diamond belt on the waist and torso being slightly curved from the top, leaving a hint of the cleavage visible. There were beads on the top edge of the dress and the sleeves, which were just two straps meeting at the back of my neck. It is only when one looks at the back that one realises that there is no back. There is just two more straps that are connected from the side of the breast cups to the junction of the straps at the back of my neck, like forming a sort of X with the cross point being really high up. There was a small beaded bow right at the top of my hips from where the gown flew till the ground. The bow was obviously a way of giving a tease.

"Payton, this is not good. It would have been okay if it was sleeveless, but my whole backbone is showing. I am sure it will be really cold out there too," I complained.