"Are you ready?" Jeff asked me from the other side of the door.

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I am wearing a white flowy dress that Jeff asked his shopper to buy. We were supposed to buy it but Ambrose went to work and he didn't want me to go out with a stranger. Which, I don't understand.

I touched the chiffon fabric and nodded in affirmation. The dress was simple but it looked so elegant when worn. And it fit me well. I wonder how the personal shopper knew my size. I don't even know if she had seen me.

She also bought me a...