Chapter Thirty Three

Celina's POV

I was uncomfortable with my gown and I called Cindy as soon as I saw it, when she had it delivered to our house.

"What's wrong with you? How can you make me such a gown as this?" I asked continuously.

"Why does it not fit?" Cindy asked in a worried voice.

"It does, but oh my gosh, do you want me to get sick? The back is open down to my a**." I answered and heard her laugh really hard.

"If it fits, then there's no problem. It will look good on you so make sure that you tell everyone there that I was the one who made you that gown." She replied and hung up on me.

"Ahhhhhh... I didn't know that she was crazy as well." I yelled, looking at the gown. What would Jefferson think when he saw me wearing this? Will he think that I am seducing him? Although I planned on doing that, I still think that the gown's design is too much.

I started to prepare for myself when my very handsome husband came into our room with a stylist. I thought he would never ever think about that.