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about where to go next. Usually I loved clothes shopping, but I was too stressed to enjoy myself.
    I wandered around the streets aimlessly, hoping for inspiration.
    And then, suddenly, I got it. A new designer had opened up a store just up the road from where I’d been looking. In the window was the perfect dress. Cut from an adorable print, it was long and flowing, so Grandma Caesar wouldn’t be offended by the sight of my legs. It was a halter neck, so didn’t reveal too much cleavage. Yet the way the designer had cut it, the dress hugged every curve of the mannequin, making it look sensual and flattering the shape. If it looked half as good on me, it would be ideal.
    I walked into the store to be greeted by a smiling sales assistant. “Can I try on the dress in the window?”
    “Of course, ma’am. What size do you require?”
    As she went off to fetch the dress in my size, I browsed the racks, looking for something to wear for the press conference announcing our engagement. There were so many gorgeous dresses I was spoilt for choice.
    “Might I recommend this one?” The assistant was back, carrying the dress I’d asked for. She pulled out a blue dress and held it up against me. Moving over to the mirror, I could see that it was just the right shade to bring out the color in my eyes, and I fell in love with it before I even tried it on.
    “It’s gorgeous!”
    “Thanks. I try my best.” The assistant smiled, and I realized I was speaking to the designer herself.
    I stood in front of the mirror wearing the halter neck dress, and it looked even better on than I thought it would. The designer looked at me critically. “It could do with taking in a little here and here .” She tugged at the material, and I could see the difference it would make. “If you want to leave it with me, I’m more than happy to alter it for you at no extra charge.”
    “That would be great, but I need it for a dinner tonight. It looks gorgeous as it is.”
    The designer laughed. “I’m glad you think so. I’m such a perfectionist, though. I like all my clients to look their very best in my designs.”
    A sudden thought hit me. “Do you do wedding dresses?”
    “I have done. Why—is this an engagement party dress?”
    “In a way.” I told her about the coming dinner with Devon’s grandmother and the press conference the blue dress would be for. I was careful not to mention Devon’s name—I didn’t want news to get out before the official announcement. Grayson was annoyed enough with me without giving him a reason to get more upset.
    “Here. Take my card.” The designer handed me her business card and I read her name—Elizabeth Collings. “Give me a call and we’ll book a consultation. I’ll give you a wedding dress that will have everyone talking about you for years to come.”
    “Thanks.”
    I practically skipped out of her shop, hardly able to believe that I’d managed to find someone to make my wedding dress already. Devon was right. A bit of retail therapy had been just what I needed.

Five
    I hadn’t been to Grayson Caesar’s house often enough to get over how big it was. Maybe I never would. As our cab drove up toward the entrance, I reflected on how my old apartment would have fitted into the lounge with room to spare. Yes, it really was that big.
    If there was ever a stark reminder that Devon and I came from very different worlds, this was it. My dad worked for an insurance company and Mom was a nurse. They’d both been so proud when I graduated from law school, seeing it as my chance to get out of the small town we lived in and make something of myself. Although we hadn’t exactly been poor growing up, we weren’t what you’d call rich either. We usually went camping in the summer, Dad claiming that he did it because he wanted to get close to nature rather than telling the truth—it was all he could afford at the time.
    One year we went to Disney World, and that vacation was the best I’d ever had. My