Page 69 of The Packaged Deal
I wander out of the store and spot a hairdresser. I pad over there and sign us up for appointments tomorrow at lunchtime. Hair, nails, makeup, the works.
“What are you doing?” Kandi demands.
“Adrian’s dinner, Sven is dessert. Remember, I told you, keep up, Kandi. I need to hit them both where it hurts.”
Kandi sighs.
I reach out and take her hand. “Trust me.”
The other missing sales woman has returned, her blonde hair in disarray, her blue eyes wide. She’s carrying a dress bag over her shoulder.
“I found it! I found the dress!” She shouts.
I curiously wander back towards her.
“It was last year’s design, but it never sold. It’s a one of a kind sheath dress made of lilac and mother-of-pearl colours. There’s lace on the bodice, but under that, it’s sheer. No one could fit it. It’s made for someone tiny, but I know, I just know, this is going to fit you. Oh, my gosh, this is thrilling.”
The woman’s excitement is affecting me. She ushers me into the change room and slowly unzips the bag.
My eyes widen. It’s purple dipped in black. The end of the short train is jet black. But the gradient is gradual. Lilac and white lace slowly transition.
“It's gorgeous.”
“I know, right? Let’s get it on you.” She exhales a laugh. “I loved this dress. I always knew the right person would come along.”
She helps me into it, and I turn and freeze, staring at myself in the mirror. It fits me perfectly, accenting my tiny waist, my butt, and my breasts. I look tiny but more beautiful than I ever have. I don’t look like what my mother said I would be.
I look like a dream. A fantasy.
I step out of the curtain, my stomach writhing with nerves. My group of omegas, betas, and alphas, and the salespeople who have gathered, gasp theatrically.
That gives me enough to know this is the dress. I look at Kandi, and she looks stunned. Her mouth is open, and her eyes are wide.
“Do you think this will work?” I ask softly, nervously.
“What will work?”
I smile at her. “Making them eat their words…”
“Oh, they’ll be eating something, not sure about words,” Hazel says to Onyx. I glance at the two of them, amused.
“Turn!” Hazel says.
She snaps a photo of me.
“Right, Scarlet says if you want to melt your alpha’s brains, that is how you do it.”
Kandi smiles and reaches out to cup my cheek. “You look beautiful.”
“And you look so hot. All I can think about is stripping those clothes off you.”
Kandi smiles, bemused, but there is a heat in her that I feel inside me. We’re going to combust soon.
I look at the group. Maybe we can be friends after all.
“Missy says she sent you a dress, Kandi,” Onyx says meekly, almost like she’s afraid to say it.
I feel the happiness drain out of me. I glance at Kandi and see the flicker of indecision on her face.