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“Maybe,” Mila said as Carter looked for an employee. “Maybe we should go home. We could sit for Gio, have a nice dinner, and watch a movie.”

“Nope,” Carter said, waving at a woman at the far end of the store. “You promised me a shopping spree!”

“I thought you were talking about buying yourself things,” Mila argued with a little laugh.

“I am buying myself things,” Carter said as the woman approached. “They’re for you to wear for me.”

There would be no posing or painting today. After a week of baking and giving away goodies, Carter insisted they get out of the house and have some fun. Right now, they were shopping for clothes Mila didn’t need.

“Hi, can I help you?” the woman asked. She smiled brightly at Carter, eyes lustful. Then she noticed he was holding Mila's hand, and she cast an envious look at Mila.

Mila was stunned. No one was ever jealous of her!

“I want one of these in my mat–uh, girlfriend's size,” Carter said.

“Of course!” The woman smiled at Mila before going to the rack full of the dresses. She pulled one out. “This one looks about right. Do you want to try it on?”

“I don’t need a dress,” Mila said, even as Carter took the dress and looked around.

“She would like to try it on,” he said over her, making Mila roll her eyes.

“Right over here,” the woman said, leading them to the back of the shop and opening up a dressing room. She gave them both a knowing grin. “Only one of you is allowed in there at a time.”

Mila’s face went hot with a blush. Damn it, why couldn’t she control it better! “W-we wouldn’t do that!”

Carter snorted. “We might.”

Mila grabbed the dress from Carter and rushed into the room and slammed the door shut. Unfortunately, now she was surrounded by mirrors. The guys had been doing an amazing job of making her more comfortable with her body, but seeing all these reflections was disheartening.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” Mila said, gripping the fabric in her hand.

“Is it too small or big?” the woman asked.

That wasn’t helpful. “It’s just not right.” There, maybe that would get her out of this. She opened the dressing room door only to have the woman crowd in with her.

“Here, let me see. Then I can recommend something that would be similar but…” her words trailed off as she realized the dress wasn’t even off the hanger. Her eyes turned sympathetic.

“Do you need a little help getting it on? These can be a little tricky because you have to get them over your head.”

“Um,” Mila tried to think of something, but her mind completely blanked. “I guess.”

“Go ahead and slip your top off,” the woman instructed, tugging the dress out of Mila’s hands. “Your boyfriend has a good eye. This peach color will complement your skin nicely.”

The moment Mila’s top was off, the woman lifted the dress and dropped it over her head. Then she helped Mila tug it into place.

“There, now you can undo your pants,” she said.

“I bet you can fit into anything here,” Mila muttered, reaching up under the dress to get to her jeans.

“I wish I could!” the woman said with a laugh. “I have broad shoulders but narrow hips, so a lot of the dresses here make me look like I have no curves at all. Trust me, guys like curves like yours. Oh, yeah, look at that!”

After dropping her pants, Mila looked up and saw what the woman was talking about. The dress framed her chest nicely but didn’t make her feel like she would pop out. The loose cap sleeves didn’t bite into her arms and the gentle gathering at the waist gave her a nice hourglass outline.

“You need to buy this!” the woman declared. “It’s perfect.”

“I want to see!” Carter called out. “Please!”

“Can I open the door?” the woman asked. “Let him see, I promise you look amazing.”