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'I don't like the neck. Much too naked for me,' Neith looks in the mirror. 'This one goes back. Celeste, I'm doing you a favor, and remember this, two red dresses, and no more.'

Celeste's face lights up. 'Oh, thank you, I've seen a few dresses, and try them on, and pick the two best dresses,' she turns to Marin. 'Please, help me, red is a color that would look great on her.' 

'It is,' Marin agrees with the girl. 'With brown hair and brown eyes, red would look fantastic on you. Three, three red dresses, and the rest can be black. That's universal and good for any occasion. Trust us.' 

Neith shakes undaunted her head. 'Two red dresses. I have seven dresses in total, including two red dresses. After this, I'll get two pairs of heels. Two pairs.' 

'It was worth a try, thanks.' Celeste looks at Marin. 'Alright, two red dresses.' She hopes that her sister will change her mind, and she picks the dresses she found. With four red dresses, she goes back to Neith. 'Try them on for me.' She winks at Marin. 

'Fine.' Neith prefers to be back in her office or to go home. With the first red dress on, she comes out. 'I can't believe you're talking me into this.'

'Oh, you'll be fine.' Celeste is busy on her phone. 

Marin admires the dress. 'It looks beautiful on you. It fits just right, the perfect length, you can wear heels under it or flat shoes. I do recommend ballerina's.' 

'Definitely, that's a candidate to keep. Try the next.' Celeste reads the answer and puts her phone away. 

'What are you doing on your phone? I'm here shopping with you.' Neith glances at the mirror once more.

Celeste shakes quickly. 'I made a photo. Maybe you change your mind.' 

Neith finds it hard to believe but goes back inside to put the second dress on. 

'Marin?' 

Rapidly, Marin turns and hushes her brother. 'I was thinking of doing it, but you actually did it.' 

'I'm trying to convince my sister, please, help me out.' Celeste folds her hands like she's praying while looking at Nash and Dumon. 

Neith has the dress on and walks out. 'Well, at least you picked a deep red color, but the cut out on my belly.' 

By looking, Dumon gets a dry throat having to admit that the dress fits her absolutely perfectly. Like a second skin, with most likely a soft fabric, and her naked belly. The flared skirt follows around her legs as she turns to the mirror. 

'I wonder who the lucky guy is.' Nash is stunned to see her like that. 'You look amazing.' 

Hearing the voice, Neith turns on her heels. Seeing Nash and Dumon, she covers herself with her arms. 'Celeste, are you kidding me?' Suddenly, she feels naked in front of the two men. The dress exposes more than she wants. 

'You...' Dumon almost stumbles over his words. 

'You get him speechless.' Nash laughs. 'I never thought I see the day that he stutters or that he would be speechless. You must be buying this for someone. When it gets serious, I'd like to hear a name.' He even takes her arms away. 'There is no need to cover up. Seriously, there's nothing to be ashamed for.'

Neith feels like she's turning red like her dress. She knows that she blushes. 

Dumon can only think that it would be for him one day. 'You are absolutely gorgeous, but this is not my department. I'll be outside.'