"What are you talking about?" Scarlett raised a brow as Jean pulled away from the hug and wiped his tears. She did the same.
"I'm sure you don't have the dress anymore, do you?" Jean asked, a contemplative look on his face and Scarlett's brow went even higher.
"It's probably somewhere back home, but why are you asking?"
"Well, we can't go back to Paris right now to get it. I mean we could, but it probably doesn't fit as well anymore." He put a finger to his lips as he spoke, ignoring Scarlett's questioning look while his eyes raked over her body and a small smirk pulled up on his lips. "Your ass got so much bigger. So it definitely wouldn't fit." He took his bottom lips between his teeth and Scarlett hit his arm, an appalled expression on her face.
"What? Did I lie?" Jean laughed, catching her hand before she could hit him again.
