Jennifer said with a faux, haughty expression that told me that she got my joke. Bernie gave Jennifer a kiss on each cheek and then turned to Blackwell. “She’s yours,” he said. “And she’s perfect. But so is this.” She held up a dress so deeply red and made of such clingy material that it was clear that it was meant to emphasize Jennifer’s coloring and bold curves. “Giambattista Valli Couture,” Blackwell said. “You’ll barely be able to move or breathe in it—not that I really care. Like eating, breathing is overrated—both just make you look bloated. Now, get dressed. Let’s see how it fits. Undergarments are on the table. Shoes are over here. So, dress. Let’s see. Naturally, I have a Plan B.” Without hesitation, Jennifer stripped out of her clothes and did just that. Blackwell helped her into her Spanx and then into her dress so her hair and makeup wouldn’t be ruined. When all was settled, Jennifer stood before the mirror to examine herself. At once, I thought she looked beyond beyond. She turned this way and that. She asked for a mirror, which Bernie handed to her, so she could see the back of her dress and hair. She was far more experienced at this than I was, and it was compelling to watch what she had become since joining Wenn—a pure professional who, like Blackwell, missed nothing.
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