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The fabric felt luxurious under my touch, and the sequins sparkled under the store's lights.

I didn't waste a minute to go back into the changing room, my heart pounding with anticipation, hoping if fitted, if it doesn't, I'm not sure the other's will, since there were only three and had not much size difference.

One of the attendants waited outside the fitting room while the other followed me in, in case I needed any help.

She watched as I slipped into the dress, carefully adjusting the straps and smoothing out the fabric. When I turned to look in the mirror, I was stunned. The dress fit me perfectly, hugging my curves and highlighting my figure in the best possible way. The high slit was the perfect definition of sexy and elegance, easy and free.

I loved it. Too much.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the changing room. Cecil's eyes widened when she saw me, and she let out a little squeal of delight.

“Holy mashed potato, You look amazing!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands toge