Mysterious Marriage

Chapter 24 - You're a Doll.

Amilee's POV:

I frowned and stood in front of three large mirrors as a woman took a tape measure and began to measure my legs, then my waist, then my arms, and then my breasts. I blushed as she wrapped that tape measure around my back and then tried to figure out my bust size. Now, normally this wouldn't be that embarrassing if it weren't for one thing.

The fact that Ryan was holding back a chuckle in the seat beside me. I didn't move my body, for I already tried that once and the woman, named Marci, scolded me. I looked towards him slightly. "You're having way too much fun over there."

He sipped on a glass of whiskey and shrugged. "I'm not the one that needs a dress for the dinner tonight."

The woman finished and I sighed. Okay, so Ryan insisted on taking me dress shopping for this 'amazing dinner' that was scheduled for this evening. "I had a dress." I finally moved and threw my hands onto my hips. "You're the one who insisted I get a new one."

He rolled his eyes. "Please. That cock blocker?"

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me!? I'll have you know I've warn that to many company dinners and have had plenty of people checking me out!"

Ryan laughed. "Of course. Nuns wanting you to join their coven, I'm assuming?" I gasped. Quickly he threw up his hands in surrender. "No need to get your panties in a bunch, Lee. Sure, that dress is decent." he stopped to smirk as if a dirty thought crossed his mind. "But, I'm just saying, you do want to impress Tate, do you not?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, stubbornly. "He doesn't care what I wear. He always likes it."

Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes, yes. Of course. But that's not what I mean. Don't you want him to... enjoy what he sees?"

With Ryan's raised brow I frowned and couldn't help but blush. "Men. Always thinking of sex."

"Um, yes. Most of the time anyways. Except for certain moments... like when you're wearing that other dress."

I threw a tissue box at him. He laughed. Damn, he was still as outspoken as he was when I first met him. At least now I did consider him more as a friend. And he seemed to accept me as one as well. "You're an ass."

"Guilty." he winked. "But seriously, Lee. We are going to the largest dinner party of the year. One with the mayor, and all the big shot companies. Besides this being my gift to Tate, this is me doing you a favor as well. The reason why Tate didn't bring it up in the first place was because he didn't want to subject you to such cruel, judgmental, assholes. You have to look like you belong with them to a certain degree or you're screwed."

I took in his words and let them soak in. He was right. This was a very big deal. I had to do what I could to look the part of a good wife. The wife of a rich, company owner.

Yes. I would do my best.

Looking back at myself in the three mirrors I felt a bit overwhelmed. I didn't look anything like the part I needed to play. This was going to take a lot of work for such a short amount of time. The woman Marci came over with a few dresses hanging over her arm. Taking them over to the dressing room door only a few feet from me, she hung them up inside the room and came out to smile at me. "Right this way, Mrs. Anderson."

I looked at Ryan and he shooed me with his hand. I listened and obeyed.

Once in the dressing room, which I found quite spacious, I began to undress and removed my sweater shirt. Then folding that up and putting it off to the side, I did the same with my jeans. Now I stood in just my underwear and bra, and looked around for the first dress. Ahh, there they were. I spotted the different dresses hanging and began to look through them.