With A Cherry On Top

Chapter Fifty-one: You want me to massage your feet?

Song: Love Someone by Lukas Graham

Chapter Fifty-one: You want me to massage your feet?

I walked out of the dressing room for the fifth time.

"How about this?" I struck a pose in the dress I was currently wearing. It was a turquoise blue dress that was tied together by the waist with a bow.

"No." Zane shook his head and so did the saleswoman beside him.

I groaned. "This is not going to turn into one of those extreme makeover days where you can't pick a dress until the girl has tried like the 25th one because this is the fifth one and I'm already tired."

"You whine too much, mademoiselle."

"I know right." Zane supported the saleswoman.

"Look Juliette and Zane. I understand you guys are friends, but that doesn't mean you should gang up against me."

They shared a look. "We would never do such." She justified.

I rolled my eyes at them. "Just give me the one you think is the finest out of that pile." I pointed to the pile of clothes on the chair beside Zane.

She picked different ones up. "I can't choose. They're just so many."

I walked there and picked a random one. "I've chosen."

"This is your birthday we're talking about. You can't just choose a random dress."

"Uh... yes, I can. It's a pity I'm not wearing mom jeans and a blouse."

I took the dress into the changing room to try it on. It was a simple dress with floral print and long sleeves.

I walked out in it. "How about this?"

"Perfect. If you're going for an 80 year old woman attending her 15 year old granddaughter's Quinceañera." Juliette replied.

"What's wrong with that?"

Zane chuckled. He dug his hand in the clothes and picked one up. "Try this one. I have a good feeling about it."

I took the burgundy dress from his hand and went to try it on.

I put the dress on easily, but had problems with the zip. It was an off shoulder, skater dress with a zip at the back. The zip that just got hooked with my hair.

I groaned and called out. "Juliette!! I need your help!!" I called out.

She didn't answer, but I heard movement. I waited as I stared at myself in the mirror. I actually liked the dress. It seemed to fit perfectly. I looked down at my wiggling toes and by the time I looked back up, I could see Zane staring at me through the mirror.

I turned around. "What? Is it bad?"

"Cherry, you look breathtaking."

I blushed slightly. "Thanks."

"I knew I had perfect taste in clothes." He boasted.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm just having problem with the zip." I said as I struggled with it.

He moved forward. "Let me."

I dropped my hands and faced forward again. Goosebumps rose on my back as I felt his hands on me. He unhooked my hair and zipped the dress up with it. His hands lingered on my back and I looked at him through the mirror. And for sure, his eyes were on me.

He turned me around swiftly, pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. They say ignorance is bliss, but this, this gives a whole new definition to the word bliss. And it only felt this way because of the love I felt for him. God, I loved this man!