Saturday night where I’m supposed to dress to impress and I have no idea what to wear!”
“That’s an easy one,” Mary replied in the reassuring voice Alexa had come to love. “Do you remember the burgundy, spaghetti strap, silk dress you tried on yesterday?”
“Not really,” Alexa admitted. “The day was sort of a blur, to tell you the truth.”
Mary laughed. “I thought you looked a little overwhelmed,” she said, kind enough to understate the real situation. “Once your new clothes are delivered today, you’ll see the dress I’m talking about. I suggest you wear it with the black, strappy heels you tried on.”
“Heels?” Alexa whined. “Can’t I wear boots or flat sandals with it instead?”
“Absolutely not!” Mary replied, her voice firm. “Do you want to knock their socks off or not?”
“I do,” Alexa said, although she considered high heels to be the most god-awful creation of fashion this side of the corset.
“And be sure to wear the red signet drop earrings that match the dress and highlight your hair to perfection.”
“Hold on, I’ve got to take notes,” Alexa said. “I’d hate for it to get back to you that I ended up wearing the white shoes with the blue dress and the gold hoop earrings.”
Mary’s laughter rang through the phone line. “I like your sense of humor, Alexa. Don’t be afraid to let it out a little more often.”
They hung up and Alexa gave silent thanks that Mary had been appointed her guardian angel. If only she could bring Mary with her on Saturday night to help keep her dress from falling off of her shoulders and her makeup from smearing off of her face.
Alexa immediately called Jared, not feeling the slightest bit bad about waking him up.
“It’s me,” she said loud enough that she could feel him wince across town.”
“Whad you wand?” he mumbled into the phone.
“I need your help. I have to pack for my trip to the mansion.”
“Holy shit,” Jared said. “You made it onto Falling For Mr. Right ? You’re like a modern day Gloria Steinem going undercover at the Playboy Club.”
Alexa didn’t know whether to be proud or ashamed of how well her girly performance had gone over.
“Yup. I’m in. But I won’t be for long if I can’t figure out how to walk in my damn shoes.
I need you to tell me if I look like a complete idiot or not.”
“And how should I know that?” Jared said, his voice wry with self-deprecation. “How many women do you think I’ve got to compare you against?”
Alexa sighed. It was true that Jared wasn’t exactly a lady killer even though his acne had cleared up years ago. He just needed a little self-esteem, that was all.
Trying not to get too far off track, she ignored his comment and said, “And don’t forget to bring donuts. I definitely won’t be able to get through this without plenty of sugar and grease.”
* * *
Brandon stood on the bottom step of the house he was living in for the duration of filming. He was dressed in one of his best suits and the cameras were rolling as he waited for the first of the thirty contestants to arrive.
During the past week his emotions had run a complete gamut — from being thankful that a wife was going to be handed to him on a silver platter, to thinking it was, bar none, the stupidest thing he had ever done in his whole life.
He couldn’t get the mystery woman out of his mind. No matter how he tried to forget, he saw her eyes, her hair, her incredible body. But most of all he saw her smile and replayed her words over and over, enraptured by their husky tone.
The first limo pulled up and a tall redhead stepped out. Her long legs certainly caught his eye, but instinctively he felt something was missing, even before she stepped close enough to him to introduce herself.
He barely caught her name, before another limo was pulling up with the second candidate. Brandon was grateful that in his line of work he’d honed the skills of remembering names and faces.
“That’s an easy one,” Mary replied in the reassuring voice Alexa had come to love. “Do you remember the burgundy, spaghetti strap, silk dress you tried on yesterday?”
“Not really,” Alexa admitted. “The day was sort of a blur, to tell you the truth.”
Mary laughed. “I thought you looked a little overwhelmed,” she said, kind enough to understate the real situation. “Once your new clothes are delivered today, you’ll see the dress I’m talking about. I suggest you wear it with the black, strappy heels you tried on.”
“Heels?” Alexa whined. “Can’t I wear boots or flat sandals with it instead?”
“Absolutely not!” Mary replied, her voice firm. “Do you want to knock their socks off or not?”
“I do,” Alexa said, although she considered high heels to be the most god-awful creation of fashion this side of the corset.
“And be sure to wear the red signet drop earrings that match the dress and highlight your hair to perfection.”
“Hold on, I’ve got to take notes,” Alexa said. “I’d hate for it to get back to you that I ended up wearing the white shoes with the blue dress and the gold hoop earrings.”
Mary’s laughter rang through the phone line. “I like your sense of humor, Alexa. Don’t be afraid to let it out a little more often.”
They hung up and Alexa gave silent thanks that Mary had been appointed her guardian angel. If only she could bring Mary with her on Saturday night to help keep her dress from falling off of her shoulders and her makeup from smearing off of her face.
Alexa immediately called Jared, not feeling the slightest bit bad about waking him up.
“It’s me,” she said loud enough that she could feel him wince across town.”
“Whad you wand?” he mumbled into the phone.
“I need your help. I have to pack for my trip to the mansion.”
“Holy shit,” Jared said. “You made it onto Falling For Mr. Right ? You’re like a modern day Gloria Steinem going undercover at the Playboy Club.”
Alexa didn’t know whether to be proud or ashamed of how well her girly performance had gone over.
“Yup. I’m in. But I won’t be for long if I can’t figure out how to walk in my damn shoes.
I need you to tell me if I look like a complete idiot or not.”
“And how should I know that?” Jared said, his voice wry with self-deprecation. “How many women do you think I’ve got to compare you against?”
Alexa sighed. It was true that Jared wasn’t exactly a lady killer even though his acne had cleared up years ago. He just needed a little self-esteem, that was all.
Trying not to get too far off track, she ignored his comment and said, “And don’t forget to bring donuts. I definitely won’t be able to get through this without plenty of sugar and grease.”
* * *
Brandon stood on the bottom step of the house he was living in for the duration of filming. He was dressed in one of his best suits and the cameras were rolling as he waited for the first of the thirty contestants to arrive.
During the past week his emotions had run a complete gamut — from being thankful that a wife was going to be handed to him on a silver platter, to thinking it was, bar none, the stupidest thing he had ever done in his whole life.
He couldn’t get the mystery woman out of his mind. No matter how he tried to forget, he saw her eyes, her hair, her incredible body. But most of all he saw her smile and replayed her words over and over, enraptured by their husky tone.
The first limo pulled up and a tall redhead stepped out. Her long legs certainly caught his eye, but instinctively he felt something was missing, even before she stepped close enough to him to introduce herself.
He barely caught her name, before another limo was pulling up with the second candidate. Brandon was grateful that in his line of work he’d honed the skills of remembering names and faces.
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