Chapter 81

"What the actual fuck, Benson?" Anita screamed, splaying her hands in the air as she skipped to the bed where Benson had carefully laid the dress he had Luke bring to the house for her. She screamed and turned to look at him when she was about a foot away from the dress. "I was scared you be this outrageous with getting me a dress to wear," she hugged herself after waving her hand over the length of the dress. "But then, outrageous us really beautiful, though I am ultimately terrified of wearing this," she placed her palm on her chest as it thumped against her ribs as though It'll break out of the cage.

"I hoped you would like it," Benson said, nervously ruffling his hands through his hair as he slightly bounced on his foot. He pocketed his hands and to a few steps away from the door and closed it behind him. "So… uh, do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? This is a sleeveless chapel designer evening gown with a thigh-high side slit and a lot of shiny…" her eyes bulged and her jaw sank