
“That dress is stunning!” Mark Slate exclaimed.
To him, April was his partner and friend, nothing more. Sometimes, however, he saw her for the beautiful and sexy woman she was.
She turned from the window and smiled a greeting.
“It is ridiculously impractical,” she moaned. “It’s nice to look at, but impossible to wear.”
“Apparently, that is the style here for royal occasions,” Mark told her.
“I’ll be spending so much time working out how to dance in it I won’t be able to look for our contact.
“Leave that to me, love,” he said, catching her as she tripped.
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