The Marriage Dare: An Enemies to Lovers Romance by Penny Wylder

Author:Penny Wylder [Wylder, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Later that afternoon, I'm surrounded by racks of clothing in the suite’s living room. I had chosen a few things that I thought I liked, and I showed Daniel. Instead of congratulating me, he immediately picked up the phone and asked one of the boutiques to send over a selection and some assistance for me. I told him that he didn't have to do that, but he shook his head. "I think you need it. Plus, Alex is a fantastic designer. She instinctually gets style, and if you don't find anything you like in her current collection, she will happily design it for you. Hell, she might just design it for you because she wants to. She's been begging me to get married for years so that she can dress someone close to me."

That makes me laugh. “Why?”

Daniel smirks. "Because she says that no one who looks this good in a suit should be single.”

"She designs all of your suits?”

"Every single one. I've never met another person who was able to take the feeling that I wanted from my clothes and interpret it so well. Once I discovered her, I never looked back."

So now the living room has been transformed into a makeshift salon. It's still a little mortifying to be in Daniel's sweats and T-shirt, but Alex just shakes her head and waves a hand when I mention it. "Don't even worry about it, honey. When I'm through with you, you'll have the best damn wardrobe anybody has ever had in their life. I've been hounding Daniel for years for this.”

“He said as much.”

Alex is shorter, with cropped red hair and chunky jewelry. She's wearing a flowing, flowery dress which might look juvenile on somebody else, but on her it looks like she's part hippie, part healer, part goddess. She has a sketchbook tucked under her arm and a pencil behind her ear, and she's already looking at me like she knows me. When she notices me watching, she smiles. "Sorry,” she says. "Hazard of the job. I'm always thinking about how clothes are going to look on somebody. How do you see your style?"

One of the girls she brought with her hands me a flute of champagne and I take a sip, it helps soothe the nerves. "I honestly couldn't tell you. Most of my life my style has been dictated for me, and I don't know where to start."

“That’s okay," she says. "We can start with the basics. Will go through the clothes we have here, and you tell me yes or no about whether you like it, if it's a mix you tell me what you like. I'll get a good idea for what you’re drawn to."

And so as we go through the clothes, I don't think about anybody but me. And I try not to think too hard about it. I stay away from anything that reminds me of my pageant days, and if something looks interesting to me, I point it out. Halfway through the second rack of clothes, I'm beginning to see a pattern.

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