Chapter 51. Freaky

Evelyn

“Black suits you better,” Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, “That peach one was far too plain.”

“Fine,” I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who’d practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he’d find something else—matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust.

“I want to see the blue one,” he directed at the assistant, who promptly retrieved it.

“More?” I protested, glancing at the growing pile of bags. “Jacob, I’m running out of closet space. Where am I supposed to keep all this?”

His lips curved into that irresistible, teasing smile. “Better figure it out, baby, because I’m not done yet. Now, go try this o