Page 24 of High Value Target
Kiley stood and approached the gown, touching the fabric. “It’s so delicate. Like a wisp, really.”
“It’s called Cosmic Rain,” April informed them.
“Try it on, Tins. If you don’t, I will.”
“Fine.”
April helped her into it, then smiled. “I have the perfect shoes for it.”
She returned with a pair of pale blue Louboutin jewel encrusted pumps that matched perfectly.
Tinsley slipped them on and looked at her reflection. Kiley appeared behind her.
“It’s stunning, Tins.”
“It is perfect, isn’t it?”
“You have to get it. He won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
“Who?”
“Palmer, silly.” Their eyes met in the mirror, and Kiley leaned to whisper in her ear. “Unless you had a certain bodyguard in mind.”
“Hush,” Tinsley hissed, but couldn’t stop wondering if Grady would like it. This dress she didn’t want to show him. She wanted it to be a surprise. It wasn’t overtly sexy. It was just pretty in a way that made her feel beautiful. Her eyes moved to the other hanger. “What’s that?”
April lifted it from the garment bag, holding it up to Tinsley’s body. She looked in the mirror. It was a short black trench coat that flared out at the belted waist and barely covered her upper thighs. The moment Tinsley laid eyes on it she knew she had to have it. She knew exactly what she’d do with it, too.
“I’ll take it.”
“Wonderful. And the Cosmic Rain?”
“How much is all this?” Kiley asked, motioning to the dress and shoes.
“Well, it is Alexander McQueen…”
“How much?” Tinsley asked.
“The gown is eighteen-nine, and the Louboutin’s are twenty-two.”
The amount made even Tinsley hesitate, but they were all so perfect. “I’ll take them, as well.”
Jonathon appeared at the curtain. “How are we doing, Miss Wyatt?”
“April has my selections. Can you have them delivered to my address?”
“Of course, Miss Wyatt.” He bowed.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Miss Bernard?”
“Not today. Thanks.” When the curtain closed, Kiley hissed in a whisper. “Won’t your father kill you? The gown you picked for the Oilman’s Ball was twelve thousand dollars, and this one was almost nineteen. The bow dress was five, the trench was another five, the clutch was almost four, and the shoes were two. Plus, those cocktail dresses you added. It’s all about fifty thousand, Tins.”
“I know how much it is, Kiley. Palmer expects me to look good.”
“Okay. Suit yourself.”
They walked out, and Tinsley waggled her fingers at April at the register. “Thank you, hun.”