Henley
“Thank you.” Smiling, I started looking through the dresses. “But I think I’ll look on my own, thank you.”
“Well, my name is Sylvia, should you need anything.” She smiled and then walked over to help another lady who had just walked in.
First, I found a dress that I loved, and I thought Declan would like, although it wasn’t appropriate to wear to meet his mother. It was black silk, crossed over in the front over the breasts from the waist, hooked around the back of the neck, and the stomach was open. It was midi-length, and the back was cut out. If he didn’t fall in love with me when he saw me in this dress, there was something wrong. I put it aside to buy it and kept looking.