Jeffrey watched from the doorway as Joanne stepped into the room, radiant in a new dress he chose, that hugged her form like it had been made just for her. The fabric shimmered subtly under the soft lights, catching the faint gold tones of evening as it framed her silhouette in quiet elegance. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the diamond on her finger glinted like a secret only the two of them knew.
He was glad now that he had chosen all those dresses for her, even if he had slept through most of the shopping spree the last time he went with her. But somewhere, he'd learned exactly what styles made her feel like herself: strong, beautiful, playful. And tonight, the choice had been perfect. She hadn't needed a single alteration on the dress. Of course not. She had a perfect figure.
