The next day when she woke up, Evelyn Sherman, clutching the wrinkled wedding gown that needed to be sent back for maintenance, glared resentfully at the man dressing himself in a leisurely manner.
Four words suddenly sprang to her mind: a wolf in sheep's clothing!
She had lost her mind yesterday to have agreed to try on wedding gowns with him.
"What are you staring at me for first thing in the morning? What are you thinking about?" Chester Yale raised an eyebrow, his thin lips parting slightly.
"Thinking you are a cloth...," Evelyn blurted out before snapping back to her senses, almost biting her own tongue.
She forced back the words that almost slipped out.
"Nothing, nothing, I'll tie your tie for you!" Evelyn silently cursed her own spinelessness, propped herself up from the bed, and walked over to the mirror. Standing on tiptoe, she began to tie his tie.
