Page 23 of High Value Target

It was another Oscar. It was a bold pink and orange striped, one-shoulder mini with a huge bow on the side.

“I love it,” Kiley said.

Tinsley put her hands on her hips. “The bow’s not too much?”

“It’s divine, Tins. You’ll definitely get your picture in the paper with that dress.”

Tinsley cocked her head, studying the dress. “Grady.”

He poked his head in. “Whoa. The bow’s bigger than the dress.”

She did a little turn. “Too much?”

“Too short. It barely covers your…”

“My what?”

“You’re behind, Miss Wyatt.”

She grinned. “Thank you.”

“How much is it?” Kiley asked April.

“That one is just under five.”

“Five hundred?” Grady’s mouth dropped open.

“Five thousand,” April corrected.

Grady’s brows shot up, and he pinned Tinsley with a look. “You’re going to spend five thousand dollars for that?”

“That, sir, is an Oscar De La Renta original. Straight off the runway,” April defended.

“There’s about a yard of fabric in the whole thing!”

Tinsley turned to the mirror, a smile tugging at her mouth. “That will be all, Grady. Thank you.”

He jerked the curtain shut as he left.

Tinsley caught Kiley’s eyes in the reflection.

Kiley stifled a giggle and whispered, “You are so bad.”

“I’m just getting started.

She tried on the gowns and made her selection. Then she asked if there were any to-die-for items that had just come in.

“We just took a delivery from Alexander McQueen. There are two things I think you’ll love. April returned with the items and hung them on the hooks on the wall.

Tinsley’s mouth dropped open at the first one. It was a pale blue gown with a strapless boned corset embroidered with silver threads and encrusted with rhinestones that dripped down through the flared handkerchief edged skirt.

“Oh, Tinsley,” Kiley whispered. “It’s perfect for the Ice Ball.”

“Mother wanted me in a red gown. I think she was going for a fire & ice theme this year.”

“Do you love it more than this one?”

“No.”