James brought me to the bedroom to showed the dress he bought. I didn't know why he was so persistent in showing me the dress.

"Why did you buy me a dress, James?" I asked as we made our way to the bedroom. He held my hand firmly in his as he made me follow.

"Because I saw you in it and it should fit you perfectly," he replied and did not bother to glance at me.

"You've seen me wearing the dress?" I asked in confusion. If he had seen me in the dress, why would he buy it again?

"In my head." He cleared my confusion. "When I...