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I laugh. “Trust me, you’re better off.”
She releases a sad sigh. “If I could go back in time, I would have bought boobs like yours. Trust me, us ladies on the itty-bitty-titty committee are jealous as hell.”
Vivian Carlisle, the goddess of fashion, is jealous of me? I think I’m going to faint, but then she tugs on the strings hard enough to startle a grunt out of me.
“Fuck.”
She chuckles. “You’ll be okay.” And then she tugs on them again as I cling to the threshold. My entire body jerks back, but I let out a delighted giggle as she works. I can’t believe Vivian Carlisle made me a dress.
Rose shows up right as Vivian is leaving, doing a double take as the woman exits the bedroom with promises to be in touch. My best friend’s eyes are as wide as saucers when she looks at me. “Was that...?”
The grin on my face is so big, it hurts. “Yup.”
“Ugh, I hate you. Mace is such an asshole,” she says, having a moment of self-pity, then checking me out. “Hooooooly shit, Cassia.” She whistles and walks around me, barely touching the dress, like she’s terrified to ruin it.
I get that reaction.
“Jesus.”
“Yeah?” I ask, twisting this way and that, peering at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall. Being married to a billionaire might have its perks.
“You’re gorgeous,” Rose says, appearing beside me and looking me over in the mirror. Her gaze snags on the ample cleavage showing. The corset made my already big boobies appear even fuller, but in a way that makes me feel sexy. Empowered. Like I was made for this world I’ve been thrown into.
Rose drags her attention from my chest to look me in the eye. “He’s going to shit himself.”
My nose wrinkles. “I hope not.”
She smirks. “Ah, so we’ve moved on to acceptance, have we?”
“No,” I counter. “I’m still firmly in the anger phase.”
“Uh-huh. Is that what the pretty blush is for?” She tickles my neck.
I swat her hand. “I’m hot.”
She rolls her eyes. “What do we have left? Makeup? Do you need help?”
Before I can respond, a woman bustles into the roomwith a full cart of makeup. My eyebrows rise, and Rose and I share a look. Is this real life?
“Well, I didn’t expect Mace to go all out, but I’m proud of him,” she says.
“Don’t be,” I tell her, focusing on the woman rather than the man who’s responsible for this mess. “Hi. I’m Cassia.”
“Hey, I’m Jennifer. Perfect, you’re in your gown. Your hair looks great, which is good because Maddie is sick, and I’m not as good with the hot tools.” Her gaze turns expectant. “What would you like to see?”
“Uh...” Truth be told, I hadn’t thought about it.
“What about something sweet, like a fresh face?”
Rose scoffs. “Can you do something that saysI still think about killing you?”
Jennifer laughs, realizes neither of us is joining in, then clears her throat. “Oh, you’re serious.”
“Fresh face is too sweet,” I admit. “Something a little more violent will do.”
“Right, of course.” She glances nervously between the two of us. “Should I be worried?”
“Oh, we won’t kill you,” Rose clarifies.