“WHAT is THAT?”
Roxanne stared at the dress form in horror.
“Um, your dress?” Wayne meekly answered.
Roxanne just continued to stare. Honestly, she liked most of the dress. The firework fabric pattern was amazing, dramatic silver on black; the bodice and skirt fun and sexy, especially the sheer elements on the skirt. Under normal circumstances she would even have been excited about the train.
There was just one detail…
“So, is this your way of saying my hips aren’t big enough?” Her voice was low, utterly devoid of any humor.
Wayne tried laughing weakly anyway. “A friend of my mother’s designed this. They thought it would be perfect for you to wear to the gala.”
When her fake boyfriend first suggested she wear a designer dress his mother provided to the museum gala, Roxanne had actually been very excited. Her own preference was for simple silhouettes with one or two dramatic details, but for one night it had sounded like a fun idea to go all out.
She had NOT expected “all out” to involve wings fully as wide as she was jutting out at her waist.
“I would be knocking over exhibits all NIGHT if I wear this! No one will be able to get within arms reach of me!”
Ok, that last part was actually good, but the principle still stood.
A ghost of an expression passed over Wayne’s face, and she scowled.
“Is this supposed to be some sort of Megamind deterant? Make it so I can’t be picked up, let alone kidnapped?” Talk about mixed messages to the supervillian, dress her up in black with “spikes” larger than even HE’D ever worn, then expect him NOT to salivate at the prospect.
“Well….”
Roxanne just glared at him, then made to grab the dress off of the form. “All right, OUT. I’m getting changed!”
One did NOT attempt to bamboozle Roxanne Ritchie, even if you were a superhero and her fake boyfriend. And she was considering herself attempted-bamboozled.
She was going to wear this dress, but it was NOT going to be pretty for the Scott family and friends.
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To be Continued?
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