I thought Dante was joking when he said we'd stop at a boutique. But when he instructed the driver to stop at Flancier Boutique, I was shocked.
As we entered the boutique, a woman greeted us warmly. "Welcome to Flancier Boutique. How can we help you?" Dante handed her his black card and said, "I need you to 'glam her up.' I want your most expensive everything for my Mi amor."
The woman's eyes sparkled as she led us to the VIP clothing section. She showed us several dresses, including a silky terrier long gown inspired by Lady Glamodous VII of London, and a Lilorel classic gown from a limited collection.
Dante wasn't impressed, and the woman asked for his preference. He described a dress that would complement my skin, make him feel a certain way, and demand respect and authority. I intervened, feeling embarrassed by his explicit description.
The woman suggested we look at the Lilorel First Collection. She showed us a stunning floral dress with a light purple base and deep pink flowers. The backless design and intricate details made it truly unique. Dante approved, and the woman led me to the dressing room.
Thirty minutes later, I emerged in the dress, feeling transformed. The woman had restyled my hair into a proper bun and added a petal hair bracelet. Dante's reaction was priceless – he scanned me from head to toe, his expression softening in awe.
"Dante...Dante...Dante!!!" I snapped him out of his trance. "Uh...um...goodness, you look...magnificent. I..." He trailed off, still staring.my heart flutters
I suggested we leave, as we were running late. Dante agreed but not before gently removing the petal hair band and letting my hair cascade down my shoulders. He tucked a stray strand behind my ear, his whisper sending shivers down my spine. "Don't ever pack your hair as a bun again. You're hiding your beauty."
I blushed feeling a strong urge to move closer to him and kiss him as he spoke in a sensual manner,Dante offered his hand, and I took it, trying to compose myself as we left the boutique.