Chapter 41

• The gown was…like nothing I’d ever seen. Not in real life, at least. I mean, I watched the Golden Globes and the Oscars and whatever enough to know that this was one expensive dress. It was…stunning. Incredible. It was the kind of thing Jennifer Lawrence or Olivia Wilde would wear. Not me.
• I swallowed hard as the maid held the dress up by the hanger. She nodded as she assessed the way it would look on me. “The dress,” she said, eyeing me curiously. “It is a Dior.”
• I choked. “I. What?”