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over, and slammed it back into its place. I grabbed the skirt that was directly next to it—blue with a silver trim running up the right leg—and quickly put it back as well. I didn’t really know the definition of “nice, but sexy,” but I knew that what I was looking at wasn’t it.
    After another five minutes of frustration, I finally looked to the far right side of my closet and spotted a dress that I hadn’t worn since the staff Christmas party I’d attended during my first year as a substitute at North Park Elementary. The dress brought back memories of the myriad of stares that I’d received that night from husbands of the staff members I was working with. I had gotten plenty of dirty looks that night from a lot of the women that I now called my associates and co-workers. I figured if the dress had gotten that much attention a couple of years ago, maybe it would bring me some good luck tonight.
    I pulled the dress out of the closet and gave it a once over: a white, knee-length bandage dress, with black and white straps that looped around the chest and over the shoulder. The dress was two years old, but I figured it would still fit, since I hadn’t grown too much since then. It took me five minutes to get the dress on, but once I did, I knew I had chosen the perfect combination of nice and sexy. At five-foot-six, one hundred-twenty-three pounds, the garment fit perfectly to my body, and even put a little emphasis on my ass, which was always a plus.
    I had removed the headband that I’d worn to class during the day, and let my hair fall naturally into the bob haircut that everyone raved about when I’d decided to cut it eight months ago. I side-swept my bangs and inserted two tiny diamond earrings into each ear lobe, and one even tinier diamond stud into my nose. To top off my ensemble, I chose a pair of white and black Stiletto heels that only made it out of the box on special occasions.
    At four-forty-five I was fully dressed and ready to go. I walked into my living room and sat down on my blue couch after inspecting it for cat hair, and my text alert on my phone went off.
     
    Lexy: Can’t believe you wouldn’t let me be there to witness this. Is he there yet?
     
    I laughed out loud when I saw Lexy’s text, but I was glad that she’d texted me. Now that I was only minutes away from Kelvin’s arrival, the nerves were starting to kick in and I could use the comfort of my best friend.
     
    Me: Kind of wish you were here now. I am nervous as hell. It’s 4:50 and he isn’t here yet. The suspense is killing me.
     
    It took Lexy a few minutes to respond.
     
    Lexy: See! Should have let me come. I forgive you this time. How do you look?
     
    Me: Thanks for forgiving me, LOL. I look okay, I guess … hold on, I hear something outside …
     
    As I was typing my message to Lexy, I heard a powerful, rumbling engine coming from outside. I sent her my message, then hurried over to the window. When I raised the blinds, I let out a loud gasp that made Meghan’s head snap in my direction.
     
    Me: OMG!! I have to go Lex. He is here!! Stay up. I’ll have lots to tell you about when I get home!!!
     
    I slightly raised the blinds again to get another look at the sumptuous, dark gray Bentley parked next to the curb in front of my house. The chrome rims were even more extravagant than I remembered, and I again began to wonder what Kelvin did for a living that he could afford such a car.
    Just then, I noticed the back door of the lavish ride pop open. It seemed like everything slowed down as the door slowly opened wider. After a seemingly intentional pause, my heart rate went through the roof as I watched an extremely fancy, white and black shoe plant itself firmly on the concrete.

 
     
     
    He was mind-blowing. Kelvin stepped out of the extravagant car wearing a black suit with white pinstripes and a white tie. As he carefully stepped up onto the curb, my eyes were immediately drawn back down to his amazing black