Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 69

True to James' word— by noon the next day, there was a huge selection of white gowns brought into the villa.

The entire master suite was filled with racks of ivory silk and chiffon. Beads, lace, and crystals dripping from the priceless garments. Every last one of them was in Maggie's size, ready to be worn— maybe with a bit of hemming.

She had all of the ladies in the suite with her, picking through the racks, trying to find their favorites for her to try on.

With the Dom Pérignon flowing, Maggie was in the closet of the bedroom. Stripped down and attempting to slip on the first gown while keeping herself upright. Nearly ripping it when she accidentally started to fall over before catching herself.

When she finally got the garment zipped up behind her back and tugged the satin fabric into place, she looked in the mirror. It was an A-line dress, covered in mirrored crystals. The neckline dipped low between her breasts as billowed fabric hemmed the waistline.

Maggie immediately knew it wasn't a winner, but she stepped out into the bedroom anyways.

All of the women beamed back at her when she walked out. Sitting along the wide couch that James had lugged to the center of the room for them, adjacent from a full length mirror.

She did a spin in front of the mirror, admiring the way it hugged her curves, before turning to face the group. "What do we think?"

"It's beautiful, but I don't know if it's you, snow pea." Rose said, tilting her head as she admired the gown.

"Yeah it's too clean cut, Mags. You need something less... structured, ya know?" Natasha observed between her sips of champagne.

"Maybe something with lace?" Luisa offered.

Maggie hummed in agreement, looking back in the mirror. She quickly lunged over, grabbing her flute of bubbles, before taking a long swig and walking back into the closet.

She lost count of how many dresses she tried on. All different cuts. Mermaid, empire, trumpet, sheath, tea length. Each one was gorgeous, but something always felt a little off. She was beginning to feel discouraged and slightly sweaty from all the fabric being tugged over her body.

Plopping down on the dressing ottoman, she took a breath. Eyeing the few remaining gowns waiting for her. She picked up her phone resting on the tufted twill and saw she had a missed text from James.

James: Going out on the boat with the guys. I can't wait to see what dress you pick out. Not that it'll matter, since you make everything you wear look like perfection. Love you, doll.

She smiled softly at herself, staring down at the screen. It was like he could sense her stress. He always knew just what to say. Typing out a quick response, she dropped her phone back down beside her.

A soft knock at the closet door made her glance over her shoulder to find Luisa walking in wearing a smile, with a smidge of worry in her eyes. "How are you doing, Maggie?"

She huffed out a sigh, shaking her head. "Fine, just feeling overwhelmed I guess. I don't know if I'll be able to find a dress I actually like, ya know?"

Luisa stopped just shy of the ottoman. "May I?" She asked, pointing at the spot beside Maggie.

She nodded, scooting over to give her room to sit down.

As she plopped down beside her, she shifted to look her in the eye. "You'll know it when you see it, I promise. There's still tons of options and if you don't like any of them, we can go into town and shop."