Amelie’s POV

“Amelie!” Tiff declared. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Mon Ami,” Simone breathed out. “I was ready to claw her eyes out.”

“Me too!” Philipe uttered.

“Sorry, everyone,” I stated. “I needed all of your reactions to be realistic.”

Sergio spoke, “Bella, we must hurry. Time to get the real masterpiece on you.”

Morgan was already behind me, unlacing and unclasping like a woman possessed.

I held my arm over my bare chest as they dropped the prototype to the floor, and I stepped out of it. Immediately, I stepped into the actual dress, and Morgan was clasping and lacing me back up.

“Oh my gosh, Morgan,...