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the store. Then I turned to Sally. “I’m not sure what just happened there.” I looked at her with wide, confused eyes.
    “He likes you.” She smiled at me, but I could see that she looked dazed as well. “He’s a crazy, psycho stalker, but I think he might have real feelings for you.”
    “You think so?”
    “Yeah.” She nodded and then reached over and grabbed my hand. “Though, I don’t know what that means. I don’t know if he even knows. I don’t know if he realizes. And I don’t know if he wants to be that guy.”
    “What guy?” I frowned at her, not really understanding.
    “The forever guy,” she said slowly. “I don’t know if he’s comfortable with his emotions.”
    “What do you mean?” I said, my voice rising.
    “I don’t know.” She shook her head and shrugged. “Ignore me. Let’s get you out of this dress so you can buy it, then we can go and get you some new heels.”
    “Sally.” I laughed at her insistence that I get new shoes as well. “This dress is enough. I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of him.”
    “Oh, I don’t think he’ll think that,” she said and turned around. “If anything, he’s taking advantage of you,” she said as she walked away. I walked back into the dressing room; heart racing as I ignored her whispered words. I didn’t want to think about anything too deeply. I didn’t really understand what was going on between TJ and me, and at this point, I didn’t want to.
    ***
    “I ’ll have this dress, please.” I walked up to the sales lady who was now looking at me with a certain admiration in her eyes. I was positive it was because she’d seen TJ and was most probably wondering how someone like me had landed a stud like him.
    “Certainly, madam. Anything else?” She beamed at me and I tried not to roll my eyes.
    “Nope. I would’ve bought some other dresses for the balls I’m going to next month, but I think I’ll go elsewhere,” I said as I pulled out my new black card and dropped it on the counter. “Thanks, though.”
    She picked up the card, her eyes slightly cold as she looked at me. “Can I see some ID, madam?”
    “Of course.” I stared at her sweetly as I took out my driver’s license. It took everything in me not to gloat at her and tell her I told you I could afford a dress in here, biatch . Though, of course, I didn’t. Not only because it would have been childish, but also because it wasn’t really true. I couldn’t afford crap in here, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
    “So who was that young man that just came in?” she asked me casually and I could see that the other sales lady was paying attention now as well.
    “My fiancé.” I grinned nonchalantly.
    “Oh.” Her lips thinned as she glanced at me again and I just smiled widely at her. In that moment, I felt like a million dollars and I was going to remind myself to never judge a book by its cover in the future as well.

Chapter Three
Mila
    M y feet were starting to hurt in my heels. I’d known that four-inch-heels were too high to be comfortable, but Sally had talked me into buying them because they made my calves look “killer.” I was now regretting following my vanity—especially seeing as TJ had barely glanced at me or talked to me since we’d arrived at the party. And even though other men were giving me appreciative looks, it didn’t really matter to me.
    The only one I wanted thinking I looked hot was TJ. And boy, did he look hot tonight with his crisp white shirt and black tuxedo. His short black hair was slicked back and his green eyes were illuminated on his tan face. His shoulders were strong and muscular and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his shapely, muscular legs and strong butt as he walked. I’d never experienced such lust from just looking at a man before, but TJ was driving me crazy. Maybe it was because I knew exactly what his strong, athletic body could do to me and I was missing the attention. He could at