chapter 19

LAMBERT'S POV

I sat down as I relaxed, obviously anticipating the show from her. Jessica was really something of a terror and I needed to curb her excesses before she got out of hand with her surreptitious behavior which I had come to notice she does not put up in front of me. What it was was her and being mean to Miranda who seemed rather harmless.

I mean, anyone else would never let her pick their dress again. Not after what she had prompted her to wear on her wedding day. It was so archaic that even the gentlemen found it amusingly stupid. I was embarrassed on the wedding day and here she was picking out her clothes again and even more ridiculous and cheap this time. Even an old grandma would refuse to be caught dead wearing these clothes but it felt alright to her since it was Miranda. I had something up my sleeves as I waited for Miranda's first look. I waved the manager of the boutique over and as always, she treated me like the lord over her.

"Yes, sir." She responded as she came closer to me.

"Of the clothing Jessica picked for her, could you get one that would be the same size as Jessica?" I asked her.

"From the previous picks?" She asked me.

"Of course. I would love her to wear one and see how it fits too." I said with a mischievous grin on my face.

The woman understood my plan perfectly well and I would take it to be as a result that no one actually liked Jessica. Even when I used to bring her here, it was always her being mean to everyone and dishing out orders. I used to find her authoritative nature cute but with Miranda, I had come to see how annoyingly cliche it was. She was not being authoritative but rather being a mean person of questionable attitude. Her character was at its best. The woman walked away and waved some attendants to follow her, one of which I noticed had the very same figure as Jessica. That would be perfect and I would definitely be waiting for the results as well. I was still grinning when Miranda stepped out on her first look.

I had to swear, it fitted perfectly well and she had gone for her usual cute and simple style. The jeans and lovely shirt was something and I spent some time being entertained. She had this stylish tom-boyish regalia about her and at some point, I desired to see her in something else.

"Would there be an opportunity to see you wear a gown or skirt? Preferably a flared one so it makes things easier on me?" I asked her teasingly.

She smiled shyly at what I had just said as she looked behind her at the other attendants.

"Of course. There is." She said to me,

I was about to think that she was feeling cramped up by me and my numerous demands and would have told her it was actually okay if she does not feel comfortable doing it but her smile represented the fact that she was totally okay and had the desire to want to go for it. I smiled at her now as she returned to the changing room shyly. I liked that about her and I waited.

She returned with a beautiful yet simple looking gown and I could have sworn that I was absolutely breathless. She looked really beautiful as a lump caught in my chest. I wanted a little more private moment with her and I already knew that with the heat of things, it would definitely happen. I had not realized that I had been staring too hard and it was a little uncomfortable for her until she spoke up.

"Is it bad? Do I change it to another?" She asked me.

"No. It's... it's breathtaking. You look breathtakingly beautiful in it. Would there be more?" I asked and realized that I sounded like Oliver twist from the stories when he asked for more soup. Trust me, anyone in my shoes would do the very same as Miranda was truly beautiful. She turned away and I could swear that I had never been more entertained in my life than I was right now.

Perhaps, all I needed all along was a wife like her to guide my paths and I had been toying with her all along.

Miranda had finished with the entire change and by now I could tell she was already exhausted as she sat down while the attendants packed up the clothes. I had taken out my card and handed it to the manager as she went off after asking me something.

"Do I pack that order separately?" She whispered.

"Of course." I said to her,

She nodded as she walked away and Miranda was confused.

"What is that?" She asked me.

"Nothing. Did you pick out shoes and undergarments?" I asked her.

She suddenly swallowed hard as she seemed to start sweating rather profusely. I could tell that the subject made her anxious and surprised. Perhaps she was wondering why I would care about all of that.

"I... I didn't." She stuttered.

I turned to an attendant.

"You there, take my wife to pick shoes and undergarments. Make certain they are sexy." I said as I actually had an ace up my sleeves for tonight.

They went off with Miranda giving me the side eyes glance and I, pretending that I had not seen or noticed. She clearly did not expect that after today, there would not be some time right? I just hoped that they understood what I meant by sexy because I was talking stripper level kind of sexy.

I remained there waiting until they had returned and I turned to her.

"We're done." She said,

I pretended to look around in confusion and she actually looked back as she thought I was searching for something.

"I don't see the undergarments." I stated.

"Stop saying it loudly. I had them add it to the other things." She said to me,

"Aren't you supposed to try it on for me?" I demanded.

"I would have. I just thought it would be better in a more Private place." She said to me,

"Yeah. When we get home then. What about shoes?" I asked her.

"I picked four." She said to me,

"Four's not enough. Maybe some other time then?" I suggested.

"Yes, some other time." She said to me,

We were in the car soon as we embarked on a quiet drive back home. I could actually hear her rapidly beating heart as it sped on. She was nervous and I could tell easily from how she held her hands together and bit down on her lips. I loved the fact that she was nervous. I wanted her that way whenever she was around me. We got home eventually and then it was time for her to go get a little rest and look through her things. I took the package for Jessica as the servants took Miranda's things. I turned to look at her.

"I shall be with you, shortly." I said to her,

"Why?" She asked me.

"You seem to forget my darling but then, you and I have duties to perform." I reminded her.

"Sure." She said to me,

I turned away now, a man on a mission as I went to seek out Jessica. Of course she was in my bedroom as shamelessly as always. I was beginning to feel angry at her presence and would be moving her to where she should be all along. She laid in the bed angrily typing on her phone dressed in some slutty nightwear obviously aimed at tempting me and probably making me want to beg her for a chance together tonight. Anyways, a premium surprise would get her tonight when I am done with my plans.

"Fine, Jessie. I'm sorry. I got you something to show how sorry I am." I said to her, She looked up at me and then her eyes caught the lavish package I held as she smiled.

That was her. Vain as always and seeming to have forgotten what she had done to someone else.