After some thought, Kaycee decided to let the whole fiancée thing fly out the window. Hopefully there would be no more surprises. Him being almost married to Tailor Rise nearly made her crawl under a rock.
"You must be Eric's new catch," A caramel mocha skinned woman with all black walked in holding a clipboard and some measuring tape. Kaycee raised a brow at her blunt statement.
"Excuse you?", she questioned while throwing on her satin robe to cover up the underwear she chose to wear to bed. She smiled like they were old friends. "Sorry, I'm Caita. Your new personal stylist. I've already had a few things picked out but you'll be needing a full closet by the end of this week. First, your measurements...", she waited for Kaycee to stand near her before unrolling the tape measure.
Ten minutes later, she finally dropped the measure and asked Kaycee questions about her style. The nineteen year old girl barely knew anything beyond what she had seen coming and going from the diner. But she felt this was a moment to show her creativity.
"I really like the color red. I'm not very fond of short heels. Maybe some long cardigans. Comfortable, not tight. Is that okay?" Kaycee was still a little on edge about what she should and shouldn't wear. But then she thought about it. "Wait, no. Could I get comfortable, tight, and sexy? Please."
Caita looked ready to laugh but she nodded nonetheless. "Give me a day and tomorrow your whole closet will be filled. I'll even throw in some of what I think you'll like."
"Thanks."
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The next day, she tried out her amazing wardrobe. Tags with foreign languages on them caught her breath, but it only made this dream seem even more like one.
"You look lovely," Eric told her as she stepped out of their building and walked towards the limo he had waiting. "Thanks to you and your amazing friend, Caita. I could never have pulled something like this out of my closet before I met you. Even though, before I can't even remember having a closet of my own," She blushed while extending her hand to be helped get settled. He slid in next to her and admired her some more.
Caita had done an exceptional job getting her clothes that were her style and fit her perfectly. The woman truly was a goddess for having that utter know how for things such as fashion.
Eric wanted today to be a surprise so he blindfolded her at the first red stoplight. She protested but continued to follow his instructions knowing he would not put her into any danger whatsoever. It came easily after only knowing the man for practically three days.
"We are here," the car had stopped. Eric opened the door instead of his chauffeur and Kaycee held her breath in anticipation.
"Where are we?', Kaycee asked hesitantly as she walked forward with Eric's hand on her elbow. He kept quiet but she could feel the dramatic effect start to end. And then her blindfold was gone. "I decided to buy you a new car. But I didn't know which style you'd want... Are you ok?", Kaycee had turned away in fear.
She didn't know how to drive.
"Well, well, what a wonderful surprise. And look, Sheila, Eric's finally got another assistant. At least this one dresses better."
"Get over yourself, Tailor. She's not my assistant. Actually, she's the soon to be Mrs. Eric Davidson in only five months."
"Your kidding, Ricky. Not this trailer trash bimbo over me. You'll regret this!", Tailor stormed off with her friend, Sheila, in tow. They started arguing only a few feet away as Tailor tried to get her car to come and pick her up. Kaycee raised a brow at the pair before turning back to Eric.
"You are really serious about this marriage thing?", she was unsure that he had been totally honest and serious with her at the hospital. "Will this make it more official?", he got down on one knee and removed a black velvet box from his suit pocket.
Kaycee shook her head. This was too much. Her mind was flying all over the place.
With his ex just a few feet away, Eric was willing to propose. To show everyone that he had moved on and was willing to spend the rest of his life with the woman that saved his life barely a week ago. But she seemed hesitant.
About them. About herself. About him.
How could she marry him if she wasn't sure it was exactly what they both wanted?
