Page 90 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
“Okay,” I say, closing the curtain. Out of the ten dresses, there are two I don’t like.
As I put on the first dress, nude sandals are slid under my curtain. I put them on and they fit perfectly.
When I come out in a red, wrap maxi dress with white polka dots, he stands up. The dress has a low V-neck and ties at the waist.
“I like this one.”
“It’s pretty. I don’t know if I’d wear it again when I get back home though.”
“Try on the others,” he says, sitting back down.
I try on the rest, liking two floral ones and the one I have on. It’s a pretty green halter with tiny white flowers.
“I like this one,” I say, as I spin in front of him. “But I like the two floral ones too. I’m not sure which one to get.”
“Why don’t you try them both on again and then you can decide?”
“Are you sure? You must be getting bored.”
“I’m not bored. I’m enjoying my fashion show.” He smiles that sexy smile that melts me.
“Okay, I’ll be quick.” I gather the dresses I don’t want and hand them to Maria. “Can you tell her I won’t be taking these?”
They talk back and forth as I close the curtain and change into one of the floral dresses. I come back out and spin. He nods. Then I put on the second one along with the white cardigan Maria put in the room for me. I come back out again. He nods again.
“What do you think?”
“I like them all,” he says, rubbing his scruffy chin with his index finger.
“You’re no help,” I tease, spinning once more in the mirror. “I think I like the green one best.” I go back in the room and change back into the green halter dress. Then I show him once more.
“You look very pretty,” he says, standing up.
Maria walks over and says something, her face bright with a smile. I hand her the two floral dresses.
“Can you tell her I’ll take this one I’m wearing?”
“Of course.”
They chat and she walks away.
“Turn for me? You can’t walk around with a tag on your dress.”
I turn my back to him. He sweeps my hair across my back and over my shoulder, grazing my skin with his fingers. My inhale is slightly audible. I see him smile in the mirror as he snaps off the tag.
“Thank you.” I step forward, away from him and back into the fitting room. “I’ll be right there. I just need to change my shoes.”
He goes toward the register while I change my shoes. With my clothes and the white cardigan in my arms and Maria’s sandals in my hand, I head to the register.
She has a hint of a frown on her face and starts waving at my feet, then gestures up and down at me, sputtering Italian.
Nicco laughs. “She says you can’t wear your sneakers with that dress. You must wear the sandals.”
“Oh. I’d only planned to buy the dress and cardigan.” I look down at my feet, realizing my sneakers do look a little silly with the pretty dress.
“It looks better with the sandals.”
“Um, okay. Can you have her ring them up for me? I’ll go put them back on,” I say, handing her my credit card.
