Chapter 84. Dressing Room Dilemma

I try on five more, but I don’t like how I look in them. Something is always wrong, and it makes me feel insecure in ways I didn’t know I had. Nash seems to think that they are all great, but I don’t feel anything from any of them.

I take a new navy dress out of the pile. It has a flowy skirt and an align pattern. The straps aren’t too thick, and the neckline sits just below my collarbones. The back is a little low, but not too much; it doesn’t go past my mid-back. This is just right.

I take it off and step into it. The zipper goes up most of the way. When I look in the mirror, I look at my breasts. I may need to buy some boob tape. At least I’ll be able to keep things simple for dinner with his parents.

I open the door to the locker room, and every time I leave, I feel nervous. I don’t know why, because he’s already told me he doesn’t care what I do. But it’s the way he looks at me every time that makes my stomach feel sick.

"Wow." He sighs and lea