Chapter 52 Pretty Dress
Sarah
Noticing this, Shawn sniffed, licking his lips. Then he glanced over my shoulder, as if by accident, and saw a small cauldron there.
"You have to accept it," he says, placing the bag on a chair. "It smells awful, how delicious! What is this?"
"It's... just pilaf," I say, embarrassedly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Where did you learn to cook?" he asked.
"I worked in the café... it was interesting to watch the cooks. They taught me a thing or two there."
"Will you treat me?" He said in a lower tone.
"Oh, yes, of course. Have a seat." I quickly made a place for him, setting out the utensils and spooning a generous portion of homemade pilaf onto his plate. He watched my bustle intently, like a gentleman seated on a throne.
His enigmatic eyes sparkled with pleasure. I think he enjoyed the fact that I was cooking this, so to speak, for him. Myself. With my own hands. And I love cooking. I always cook with love.
I was surprised at how quickly he ate it all. Not a crumb was left. I myself had just experienced pure pleasure, watching how much he enjoyed my food. "And your fiancée... does she cook?"
"No. Why? If there are chefs. The most she can do is pour me some juice." He said.
I see. So that's why he watched me flit around the kitchen so greedily. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, apparently. He looked at me with such surprised eyes, as if I didn't know... I'd invented a magic wand. Apparently, seeing a woman standing at the stove was something new to him.
After I'd finished fussing, I sat down opposite Shawn. Letting go of all my mirth, I asked in a serious tone: "Have you talked to Kate?"
"Yes." He amused.
"My throat's dry." His eyes returned my gaze, mirroring the same serious look.
"I went to see her this afternoon, showed her the test results, and surprised her with the news. She didn't believe me, of course, but then she finally accepted the truth," he said, making a face as if he'd licked a lemon. "I'll take you to her tomorrow evening."
"But..."
"Kate's waiting; she said she wants to talk. You're her sister, after all. She insists on meeting!" He said.
"What about White?" I asked.
"I called White, too. Honestly, it was hard to describe his state, since he's currently abroad with Lenay, so it was awkward for him to talk. We'll have a video call with them tomorrow." He said in a damn serious tone.
My head was spinning a little. I felt a little dizzy. I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling. After so many years. I dreamed of seeing them, didn't I?
But for some reason, I'm reluctant to let it into my heart when I've already resigned myself to the fact that my dream will never come true.
"Open the package, take a look. I hope I got the size right. Wear these to dinner tomorrow." He handed me a bag.
I withdrew a little, drowning in sad thoughts and natural excitement.
"Sarah, is everything okay?" Shawn repeated.
"Yes, yes," I shook my head, forcing myself to perk up. "Dinner, so dinner."
Clenching my fists, I finally agreed. With an effort. I didn't want to rack my brains. Tomorrow, everything would fall into place. I had to give them a chance.
This problem has been bothering me, too. Since birth. When I say that I'm fine on my own and I don't need anyone else, I'm just reassuring myself.
"Damn, damn, damn!" I curse, spinning in front of the mirror. "No, it wasn't me! It wasn't me... Some kind of illusion! A magical dream!"
A stunning, soft blue dress... it accentuated my figure so perfectly that I looked like a model from a fashion magazine cover!
And Shawn has taste. And he really got the size right.
I gently stroked the soft, expensive fabric again, purring with pleasure. How pleasant it felt! And it fits like a doll. In the bag, I also found a pair of low-heeled shoes to match this stunning outfit. Shawn even got my shoe size right... Well, no, he didn't.
Thinking about his fiancée, I was suddenly struck by a fleeting pang of sadness. A deep disappointment that he isn't my man... He simply cares for me as if I were his girlfriend's relative. And he loves only her.
And I... I'm starting to fall in love with an asshole. I've gotten to know him better and realized he's different. The one I dreamed about. After all, this is exactly what the hero of my novel looked like in real life.
But we can't be together. My status won't allow it. Shawn Romano is promised to another girl.
I've never worn things like this! I've simply dreamed about them. I spent so much time gazing at the store windows and the collections on display.
After putting on my shoes, I twirled around the mirror again. I couldn't help but smile! That wasn't me... That definitely wasn't me! I was just hallucinating.
"Sarah, are you ready?" Shawn pounded on the door twice with his fist, then walked in.
"Oh, yes," I said, embarrassed, and began nervously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear again.
He froze like a statue for a couple of seconds. "Great... you look great," he let out a long, hoarse sigh.
Hungrily, he ran his tongue over his lower lip. This wicked act sent a sweet tingle through my lower abdomen. My pulse quickened as I saw the crotch of the billionaire's pants bulge slightly.
"Let's go," he snapped, dashing out of the room.
I noticed how discreetly he tried to adjust the bulge in his pants that had suddenly grown so much when he turned his back to me. He seemed to catch my shy glance when I accidentally and inappropriately glanced at his groin, and blushed to boot.
My breasts just looked much fuller in this outfit. I also carefully styled my hair and applied light makeup, making me look even more attractive.
I hardly ever wore makeup, but I found a small box of eyeshadow, blush, mascara, and pink lip gloss in my bag. I decided to put them to good use. I was pleased with the result! Now, a respected man like Shawn Romano can be seen in public with me. I've become like them. Well, almost...