[Meredith]
"So," I said, tilting my head, "what should I wear for breakfast?"
"Whatever you want," he said easily. "You don't need to think too hard about it."
I raised a brow, pretending to consider. "Even skimpy dresses can do?"
That caught his attention. His head turned, eyes narrowing faintly. "Since when do you have skimpy dresses?"
I gave a small shrug, biting back a smile. "Who knows? Maybe I've been hiding them."
He exhaled through his nose, amused but unfooled. "You haven't," he said with a dry tone.
I looked away, feigning innocence and feeling an odd satisfaction at the way his gaze stayed on me a little longer than usual.
Then, he finally pointed toward a side door. "The dressing room is that way."
I smiled softly, with an almost playful curve of my lips, and walked past him. "Thank you," I murmured.
The adjoining dressing room was large enough to be its own chamber.
