Caleb made good on his word, and when I woke up this morning the deep freezer in the garage (I caved, ok? I hate deep freezers but this works really well) was full of ice cream, there was a huge box of cones in the pantry and on the couch in my room was a dress box.
Inside it was Valentino number three, or rather My First Casual Valentino, which isn't casual at all, but it's a far cry from my original green velvet or from the red floor-length number that I wear at Christmas. This one is bright grass-green with stripes and tiger faces all over it which sounds just fucking weird but it looks amazing and it's exactly something I would wear. He had it altered somehow overnight because it was three sizes too big by the tag and it fits like a dream.
Lochlan might have tried it on as well, alas it was a little tight for him but the colors worked well and he said I could keep it.
He also said the ice cream is his, though and I would have to ask for some.
What if I beg instead?
The thought of knowing that you're begging me for access to something Diabhal bought for you is too much to pass up, Peanut.
I love this dress.
What does it mean though?
I relayed to him the whole stupid ice cream thing and he laughed and agreed that it's a perfectly normal Caleb-response.
I win this Tuesday. For once everyone is amicable. For once, everyone is generous. For once, there is enough ice cream for everyone. For a month. Maybe more.
For once, I can wear a Valentino dress to the grocery store and not look out of place at all.
Inside it was Valentino number three, or rather My First Casual Valentino, which isn't casual at all, but it's a far cry from my original green velvet or from the red floor-length number that I wear at Christmas. This one is bright grass-green with stripes and tiger faces all over it which sounds just fucking weird but it looks amazing and it's exactly something I would wear. He had it altered somehow overnight because it was three sizes too big by the tag and it fits like a dream.
Lochlan might have tried it on as well, alas it was a little tight for him but the colors worked well and he said I could keep it.
He also said the ice cream is his, though and I would have to ask for some.
What if I beg instead?
The thought of knowing that you're begging me for access to something Diabhal bought for you is too much to pass up, Peanut.
I love this dress.
What does it mean though?
I relayed to him the whole stupid ice cream thing and he laughed and agreed that it's a perfectly normal Caleb-response.
I win this Tuesday. For once everyone is amicable. For once, everyone is generous. For once, there is enough ice cream for everyone. For a month. Maybe more.
For once, I can wear a Valentino dress to the grocery store and not look out of place at all.