Ciara's POV
"Psst, such an embarrassing idiot!" I exclaimed at the article on my phone.
"Hey, I bought you this dress. I think it'll really suit you," Dante said as the door creaked open and closed behind him. I quickly dropped my phone to the side, not wanting him to ask what was wrong.
He unwrapped the dress as he added, "Did I stay too long? I'm sorry. I saw this dress and thought to myself, 'What a wonderful piece of art. It'll really suit the princess at home.' So I swiped my card and got it. Do you like it?"
He pulled out a pink v-neck dress, stretching it to show its full length. "It's your color; I mean, it'll suit your skin perfectly. Perfecto!"
I couldn't help but smile in amusement. "Is pink your color? What makes you think it's mine?" I asked, standing up and taking the dress from him.
"Pink is a lady's color. It can't be my color—I'm a man."
"You could be a gay man, who knows?" I teased.
