Page 169 of Dirty Like Zane
Pretty sure that was when I started tocry.
I definitely had tears streaming down my face by the time he handed me off to Jessa and Katie again and Jessa told me, “Let’s go get you changed. We’ve got a dress for you.” Zane just kept kissing my head, until I finally let go of hisarm.
I couldn’t even see anything aroundme.
Totalshock.
We ended up in a beautiful powder room in a little alcove off the ballroom, where dresses and lingerie were hung up forme.
“Oh my God, you didn’t,” I gushed, blinking up at the dresses on the rack as Jessa and Katie shut the door behindus.
“We did,” Jessasaid.
“We’re sneaky that way,” Katie addedbrightly.
“Now get undressed,” Jessa ordered, as Katie started pouring us pink drinks from a glass pitcher on the antiquevanity.
I was still inshock.
Jessa started pulling lingerie from the hangers and I drifted behind the pretty folding screen. I slipped off my shoes and started taking off my dress in a daze, as she draped panties and bras over the top of the screen forme.
“We got a few different sizes and cuts for the panties and bras,” she informed me, “just incase.”
I heard her, but all I could think was,They did all this… forme?
Zane did this forme?
“And don’t worry about your face,” Jessa went on. “We’ve got a makeup artist all set up in the next room to take care of you. But Maggie, you need to stop crying right now. That’s an order. There’s a photographer out there,too.”
“Amber?” I asked, just trying to wrap my brain aroundeverything.
“She’s here, but she’s not taking photos tonight. We’ve hired someone else so she can just party with the rest ofus.”
“I like that,” I said, as Katie reached around the screen to hand me adrink.
“And it’s a dry party,” Katie informed me, “in honor of yourhusband.”
“Thank you,” I practically sobbed, almost breaking down in tears again. I gave her a quick hug, even though I was already in myunderwear.
I took a sip of the drink and it was delicious; some kind of sparkling pomegranatething.
Then I finished stripping down and pulled on one of the panty-and-bra sets. It was blush pink and fit perfectly. I chose the skimpier panties over the boy-cut ones, the see-through lace with the keyhole and bow, rather than the silk, because I thought Zane would likethem.
Then I steppedout.
Jessa and Katie made happy noises ofapproval.
“Now,” Jessa said, “all the bras are strapless so you can wear whichever you like best with the dress. We wanted you to have options, since this is all being kind of sprung onyou…”
“Kind of…?” I said, still half inshock.
Katie made a sweepingTa-da!gesture at the dresses. There were three of them, and I’d barely had to glance at them to know what theywere.
Five days ago, the three of us and Roni had gone dress shopping, to get fitted for dresses for Jessa’s wedding to Brody later this summer. I’d been extensively measured, and Jessa had made me try on about a hundreddresses.
Now I knewwhy.
The one we’d all liked best on me was hanging right here in front of me now, in three different colors. None of them were the coral color Jessa had chosen for her bridesmaids to wear. Two of them were in soft pink shades that they had to know I wouldlove.
