Chapter 17🔒 · ITMHM

Chapter 17

The dressing room was cool and dry, large enough for several people to change clothes at once.

Rows upon rows of dresses hung neatly from racks, and every time the servants brought another one for me to try, the sound of wooden hangers sliding echoed through the room.

I walked across the polished marble floor and stopped before a full-length mirror.

The servants continued bringing dress after dress for Marilyn to inspect.

She looked from me to the gowns and back again before selecting three without hesitation.

Holding each one against me, she examined them carefully.

“With your brown hair and fair complexion, shades of yellow would suit you quite well.”

“But since you'll be practicing for the dance, I believe a calm cream-colored dress would be most appropriate.”

“Then let's go with that.”

“This should be sufficient for today.”

Even to my own eyes, the one she'd…