Michael had left a few hours earlier to give her some time to get ready, and she was left to her very vivid imagination. She could be whatever she wanted tonight. Whimsical and fair or dark and sexy. Every woman had at least two sides to her coin. The question was which side would end up on top tonight? There were so many choices. Looking at her clock, however, she decided, there wasn’t nearly enough time. He promised to be back by six, ready to enjoy a night on the town with her. And the only thought that kept going through her mind was that she had to look pretty for him. With the sun peering through her windows and Michael Buble blasting on the stereo, she finally ran up on a little black dress that would do her justice. It was a fitted dress that stopped right above the knee with a V-neck cut to show off her well-plated cleavage thanks to a Victoria Secret push-up bra. Grabbing a pair of black stilettos that Bree had made her buy the summer before, she paired them with thigh highs and black lingerie that he would surely see later and pulled of her robe to begin her ascent from the girl next door to the woman of his dreams.
