C22

Elijah carter pov

“Hey sweetie, are you done??” I was wearing my suit and was almost ready. I knocked on the dressing room. She insisted on changing her dress there. I knocked again. She wasn’t replying.

Finally.. she sighed and opened the door slowly.

She said in frustration, looking down at her dress as if she didn’t like how she looked. “Sort of. What do you think of my dress?”

She asked me and walked out to the mirror closer to the bed and twirled with a frown on her face.

I uttered, crossed my arms over my chest.“Very bad.”

She blinked, shocked, and asked me immediately. “Huh? Why?”

I placed my hands on her shoulder and pushed her to the body-mirror, “Look at you! Turn! And check yourself in the mirror. You look like a doll.” Yes, she looked like a sexy doll! I had no idea why she looked like she was disappointed in the dress! It was so revealing. She wanted something sexier!