Chapter 27

HIS TREAT

CHELSEA

I have no idea how much time has passed since I started looking at myself in the mirror. When you are wearing a dress that complements your figure, it is a fascinating experience to look in the mirror. I exited the dressing room as soon as I decided I was happy with how I looked, and as I did so, I noticed Kent seated on the sofa nearby, where he had been waiting.

Instantaneously, he got to his feet and walked over to where I was sitting.

I inquired about it by asking, "How is it? Is it okay? I don't know if it matches me... What do you think?"

The word "beautiful" was all he could manage to murmur.

Am I understanding what you said correctly? Does he consider that I have a beautiful appearance? I don't know whether to blame the clothing or myself. It's possible that I'm not grasping something properly. Chelsea Leigh, don't make any assumptions about anything!

Instantaneously, my