To say that I was curious over what my lovely vixen had up her sleeve was the king of understatements. The knowing smile on her face and the way she looked at me as if she knew something I didn't was driving me crazy, but not any more than the way she was behaving as we moved around my bedroom dressing ourselves for the day ahead.
I was watching her as she picked out an outfit to wear and I began thumbing through her clothes. I saw a white dress hanging on the rack and recalled the last time I saw her wearing it. "I love the way you look in this dress."
Sofia winked at me, took the dress from the rack and put it on. She then went and stood in front of the mirror. She lifted her locks high over her head and twisted clumps of them around as if wondering whether to tie her hair up.
"I think you'll look lovely just wearing your hair down," I commented.
