"Yes, yes. Of course. But that's not what I mean. Don't you want him to... enjoy what he sees?"
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With Jimin's raised brow I frowned and couldn't help but blush.
"Men. Always thinking of sex."
"Um, yes. Most of the time anyways. Except for certain moments... like when you're wearing that other dress."
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I threw a tissue box at him. He laughed. Damn, he was still as outspoken as he was when I first met him. At least now I did consider him more as a friend. And he seemed to accept me as one as well.
"You're an ass."
"Guilty." he winked.
"But seriously, Lee. We are going to the largest dinner party of the year. One with the mayor, and all the big shot companies. Besides this being my gift to Jungkook, this is me doing you a favor as well. The reason why Jungkook didn't bring it up in the first place was because he didn't want to subject you to such cruel, judgmental, assholes. You have to look like you belong with them to a certain degree or you're screwed."
I took in his words and let them soak in. He was right. This was a very big deal. I had to do what I could to look the part of a good wife. The wife of a rich, company owner.
Yes. I would do my best.
Looking back at myself in the three mirrors I felt a bit overwhelmed. I didn't look anything like the part I needed to play. This was going to take a lot of work for such a short amount of time. The woman Marci came over with a few dresses hanging over her arm. Taking them over to the dressing room door only a few feet from me, she hung them up inside the room and came out to smile at me
"Right this way, Mrs. Jeon."
I looked at Jimin and he shooed me with his hand. I listened and obeyed.
Once in the dressing room, which I found quite spacious, I began to undress and removed my sweater shirt. Then folding that up and putting it off to the side, I did the same with my jeans. Now I stood in just my underwear and bra, and looked around for the first dress. Ahh, there they were. I spotted the different dresses hanging and began to look through them.
