"Hello! Handso, welco!" Armanda spread her arms and walked up to Alpha Kane in a very stylish, but decent, form-fitting dress.
She was a petite woman in her early fifties, with platinum hair cut very short. Her rosy cheeks spread into a kind smile: she seed genuinely happy to see Alpha Kane.
"Nice," he responded in her delight. A rare smile touched his lips as he released my hand and briefly hugged the short lady.
"You are a wonder to these eyes. Who is this lucky lady?" Her intrigued gaze darted to , and I gave her a sweet smile.
"Armanda, et my girlfriend: Zara." Alpha Kane’s hand fell on my lower back and he touched gently, pushing forward. The tenderness of his touch radiated throughout my entire body.
I extended my hand, and Armanda shook it with the warst of feelings.
"You are such a magnificent lady. Welco, and tell how I can help you."
She led us inside, my gaze wandering to the glass cases where all manner of elegant dresses were displayed in the warm, golden glow of the bulbs. Jewels, sequins, and pearls danced and sparkled in the reflected light.
"I need sothing that will make her stand out, but not overshadow her beauty," Alpha Kane had spoken frankly to Armanda, explaining what dress he preferred.
"Don’t worry, I will have sothing that will highlight her natural curves, and you will love her." She patted Kane’s other hand, offering hers.
"Tell what you like," Armanda asked kindly, and I picked out three or four evening dresses that fell into the sophisticated category.
I loved bright colors; the more the rrier, but judging by Kane, I felt he would prefer sothing elegant and less flashy. So I couldn’t choose my usual purple, pink, and red.
My choice was satin blue, black, and silver-gray.
I tried them one by one, and Armanda picked them out for before I introduced myself to Alpha Kane. He was settled in one of his cal-colored chesterfields. His long legs were elegantly crossed, his nose buried in a fashion magazine, sipping a glass of sparkling champagne.
"So what do you think?" I asked, adjusting my black V-neck maxi dress. His long lashes lifted to reveal intrigued eyes, but the excitent faded as quickly as it had faded.
"No, try sothing else," Alpha Kane said simply. I nodded and returned with Armanda.
She showed so of her best pieces.
"Try this, flower. The empire will show off your curves beautifully." She handed a dusty blue empire dress.
The small wrinkle on Kane’s perfect forehead spoke of his displeasure. The sa was true of the ten other dresses I tried on.
I considered myself picky. I always irritated my mother with my demandingness, but my Alpha was on another level.
Rejecting the twelfth dress I tried on, Kane put down the magazine and the empty flute. Standing up from his seat, he straightened his shirt and followed to the display cases.
Alpha Kane brushed a few stray strands of hair from his forehead and pondered for a long mont, moving from one dress to the next while I waited patiently at his side.
He finally stopped in front of a silk velvet robe. It was a pearl-toned gown that was the epito of sophistication. Pearls and diamonds covered the bodice generously, and a belt accentuated the waist.
I avoided such light colors; they seed lifeless and too figure-hugging to . But there was sothing about this one that drew .
"This one... I want to see her in it," Alpha Kane said without a shadow of a doubt.
"What a fine eye you have. This is one of the dresses I made myself." Armanda seed impressed with the selection as her assistant pulled the dress out of the display case for to try on.
"Excellent, there can’t be another one like it," Kane said without hesitation, finding Armanda with his eyes and nodding with a smile.
"Let’s see how it fits."
I was led away, and Armanda tried on an elegant dress. It sat perfectly on my skin, the fabric so soft and flowing like water.
She turned to face her and smoothed the dress. Her face shone like a small sun when she saw it on .
"Perfect." She kissed the tips of her fingers and blew in my direction. "Let’s hear your boyfriend’s opinion."
With confident steps, we reached the place where he was waiting for , leaning against the glass display case, arms crossed, head thrown back.
A wave of excitent flashed in his dark eyes as he slowly but hungrily looked over.
His gaze, like a thin laser, slid over every inch, taking its ti, while we all waited for his answer.
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Kane’s POV
Zara appeared in the pearl dress that I had chosen for her. I liked the blue color the best, but it was only for . Her innocence demanded this shade, and I knew that she would be simply gorgeous in this dress.
Expectant blue eyes looked at ... Her cheeks glowed as she waited for my approval. My gaze never stopped wandering over her luscious body. I saw every inch of her glowing skin and her delicious curves.
The elegance with which that dress clung to her beautiful figure drove crazy. This woman was simply perfect for the role I had chosen for her.
"How do I look?" She broke the silence between us with words full of curiosity.
I turned my gaze to Armanda, as I had asked.
"Can I have a mont alone with my girlfriend?"
"Of course! Of course!" She happily agreed, snapping her fingers, and her assistant walked away, followed by her. The door closed behind them, leaving us.
A line of confusion ran across her forehead as I approached her. Those stupid glasses had to be removed, for now; I wanted to see her without them. I was Curious.
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