Gamble On Engagement by Astor Rachel

Author:Astor, Rachel [Astor, Rachel]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Chick-Lit
Publisher: Rachel Astor
Published: 2011-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

10

I swear, I could have spent twenty-four hours straight in there, and hated that I only had one. I mean, how was I supposed to choose just one outfit, one wig, one palette of makeup? It seemed impossible as I stared at the once exciting, but now almost overwhelming wall.

My head started spinning just looking at everything and I knew I had to do something. I started shutting doors until just one set of doors was left open.

Good.

This was much, much more manageable. The shoes. Just the shoes.

But dear God, there were a lot of them.

First step, check what size Melania wears. Please let her have small feet, please let her have small feet, you know, for the six foot Amazon woman that she is.

I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers and stepped up to the wall of shoes.

Holy couture, there was a shoe God. Size six and a half.

Okay, I was going to a club. With a Prince. What kind of shoes would I wear if I were going to a club with a Prince. ‘Cause, you know, I was. I shouted out a little squee in my mind and continued my perusal of the shoe closet. For some reason the silver ones seemed to be calling my name. I mean, I don’t recall ever having worn silver shoes in my life and I guess it just seemed like the right time. When you think about it there really isn’t a whole lot of reason to wear silver shoes when you’re a regular person, so tonight, when I wasn’t going to be just any old regular person anymore, silver shoes were a perfect fit.

Of course, there were still about ten pairs to pick from, but at least I had begun to narrow it down. Three minutes later and my feet were cradled in a pair of Manolo Blahnik rhinestone buckle sandals. Very dressy for a club, but I figured you only live once, right? Well, you only live inside a supermodel’s closet once, that is.

I closed the shoe closet and moved on to what to wear with the shoes. Because the shoes were so fancy, I was thinking something a little less so for the dress.

A slinky little black one, perhaps?

Of course, there were about two dozen of those too, so it still wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world. Spaghetti Strap, halter, fringed, glittery… my head was spinning with the choices. Of course, the sheer skimpiness of most of them ruled them out, I mean, I did my yoga every morning, but I was no supermodel.

I finally settled on a simple tank dress, figuring I could dress it up with a belt and various other accessories. Goodness knew there were enough of them to be had.

By the time the hour was up, I was almost ready. My makeup was perfect, and fairly caked on given the fact that I was supposed to be in disguise. I’d created a purplish smoky eye and deep burgundy lips.

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