“This one is easier to move in,” she said as we both looked in the mirror at the red, shimmering dress that hugged my figure.

It had a drop neckline with a tight bodice, but the skirt was looser than the one I tried on before. I didn’t even bother showing Warren that one. It was an immediate no.

The red one was… okay, but it didn’t feel right.

“Hm, okay, so… not the one.”

“I didn’t say anything,” I protested as she immediately reached to unzip me.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and she gave me a wink.

“I can see it on your face. There’s no need to be a people pleaser here. If you don’t like something, you tell me.

She looked to the side and grabbed the shimmering white and blue dress before placing it in front of me.

It had a square neckline and straps that fell off the shoulder. The top fabric had the typical shimmer of the others, but it was slightly transparent and showed just the slightest hint of the blue underneath. It was cinched at the waist on one side, giving it a sort of waterfall effect.

Like all the others, it was a masterpiece. But ever since she’d picked it up, it had caught my attention.

“This one.” Violet all but gushed.

I gave her a sheepish smile in the mirror.

“You’ve been doing this a long time, haven’t you?”

She nodded. “Almost four years.”

I raised a brow at her. “A long time to be a sales associate.”

She put the dress to the side to help me get out of the red one.

“Kian Knight is kinda like my idol,” she said. “I’m just glad I can work for someone so talented.”

“You’re into fashion?”

She nodded, her eyes once again meeting mine. “Don’t let the other girls here hear this because they’ll tease me… but one day I want my designs next to Kian’s.”

I couldn't help but smile at her. Her face practically lit up when she spoke about it.

I wonder what it’s like to have a dream like that.

I wasn’t sure I ever had one, and after everything, all I could think about was payback for what Warren had done to my family.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” I assured her and reached to the side to hand her my phone. “Put your contact in; next time, I’m getting something from you instead.”

Her face flushed. “Oh no, I couldn’t⁠—”

“Please,” I said, my voice pleading. “This is for him. Next time, I want it to be for me.”

A small frown graced her face.