Fire of Your Soul

Chapter Nine

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Up next, Bella will find her dress and we'll get a date for our two favorite lovebirds. Will they kiss? Will they do more?

Chapter Nine

Bella was sitting in her apartment. Perusing her laptop, she was looking for the dress for the benefit. Why was it so hard to find the perfect dress? One would have the right top, but a hideous bottom. Or, it was either too slutty or too matronly. She wanted a dress that would make Edward drop to his knees and beg.

After looking at hundreds of dresses, she made some notes on the designers she liked and decided to go to a few shops to try on some. There were several formal shops in the Seattle area. There were reviews for Dolce Bleu that were outstanding. Changing into something more conducive for formal dress shopping, Bella picked up her purse, and left for the shop.

She made her way to their coffee shop to pick up a coffee to go. Edward was working the early shift so that she couldn't meet up with him this morning. It was strange walking in the shop and not seeing his smiling face. After she had her hot liquid of life in her hand, she stepped back out of the shop and headed towards the shop. It was a glorious day with no rain and the sun shining brightly. Sipping on her coffee, she hoped and prayed that she would find the right dress.

Turning right on Main Street, she was happy to see the shop ahead. Bella stood outside and looked at the store window display of Dolce Bleu. It was decorated with a magical wedding gown. It was form-fitting, covered with crystals in the design of flowers, and long sweeping training. Damn, it was something she could see her wearing if she was ever lucky enough to find that special man who could put up with her. Finishing up her coffee, she threw the cup in the trash and went in the door.

"Welcome to Dolce Bleu," a tall red-head said with a sincere smile. "My name is Marci."

"Hello, Marci, I'm Bella," she replied.

"What can I help you find today, Bella?" Marci asked.

"I am looking for a dress for a benefit. It's a formal event and I checked online, loving what I saw," Bella smiled

"Is there something, in particular, you are looking for?" Marci asked.

"It has to be either black or white. I am looking for something that will stop my date's heart," Bella grinned with her eyes twinkling.

"We have several dresses that would work for the benefit. You have a killer body and our designs would work wonderfully on you," Marci giggled.

"Um, well, thank you," Bella replied, unsure about Marci's compliment. Bella had a nice body and she was comfortable in her skin, but she wouldn't describe herself as 'killer.'

Marci showed Bella to one of the dressing rooms. They were larger than a standard room, giving the customer room to try on full-skirted gowns. The room had a plush tufted bench, a pedestal, and a full-length mirror.

"Please remove your clothing and put this on," Marci urged, handing her a white silk robe with the boutique logo on the right breast. "I'll be back in a few moments with some dresses that would work for the benefit."

"Thank you," Bella replied. Once Marci closed the door, she removed her dress and slipped on the robe. Ten minutes later, there was a small knock on the door and Marci came in with an arm full of gowns in plastic bags. Hooking each hanger on the rack, she began to unzip each bag.