The Fashion of Love | Adult F/M Romance [COMPLETE]

BONUS MATERIAL - Ravi (3) - March

The skirt moved flawlessly, loose enough to allow for free range of motion without losing shape. The stitching held—no immediate wardrobe malfunctions in evidence. Ravi breathed a sigh of relief.

The deep blue of the fabric offset the deep brown color of Sora's eyes, lending them a slightly hazel cast under the showroom's fluorescent lights.

Was she always this beautiful? He didn't know, he hadn't been watching her when there was Hana or Jasmin or any number of women on his mind. How did all of us miss her?

She reached the end of the runway with her hands on her hips.

"What do you think of the dress?"

"I love it."

"It looks good on you."

Sora swished the broom skirt around her legs. "It's light, travels well." She spun on her heel. "It's a little snug in the hips."

Ravi tipped his head and took a step back to look at the whole picture objectively.

"You've got her beat for curves."

"That better be a compliment."

"How could it be anything else? You make that dress look perfect when it isn't."

Ravi stepped up to the side of the runway. "May I," he gestured toward the hem.

"Be my guest."

Ravi mentally measured the asymmetrical fall of the skirt against his notes on his client's height.She's an inch or so under Sora's height, wears platform heels to compensate. He followed the sweep of the fabric to the curve of Sora's waist, cupping her ribs as she sighed. Slimmer than Sora, possibly even slimmer than at her last visit. He gave the bodice a light tug. The fabric has good give.

"What's the verdict," she asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"You can wear the hell out of a dress."

"Not exactly what I had in mind."

"It's true. You look good."

"Do you talk to all your dress forms like this?"

"None of them knock me out like you do." Ravi wasn't the type to let a compliment go unspoken.

Sora had no verbal response to that.

He turned her toward him. "How's the sheer panel in front? Is it heavy, scratchy, how is it working for you?"

She touched the pale shimmery cloth insert that covered the skin revealed by the dress's plunging neckline. The aspiring starlet likely wouldn't have much use for a modesty panel, but Ravi had thought to include it in anyway. Since Sora could be of any two minds about her scar depending on the day, its inclusion had worked out nicely.

"It's fine. It doesn't itch, it's not too heavy. Like the rest of the dress, it's pretty much perfect."

"It's only as good as the person wearing it," he noted. "How's the back of the dress?"

Sora reached behind her to adjust the fit. "Mm, it rides up."

"The hip thing, got it." Ravi filed Sora's measurements in the back of his mind for later. One never knew when inspiration might strike. "I think I'm done with this one. Final thoughts?"

"Where can I get one?"

"Christmas is in nine months."

"My birthday is in two." She held up as many fingers to make her point.