Isabella stood in front of the full-body mirror in Tyler’s hotel room. After leaving her home, Tyler took her shopping for a new dress that evening in San Francisco and got her hair and nails done. He wanted to make sure that his girl was the bell of the ball, and that everyone knew who she was. Her dress that evening was long with a split that went up the right side of her leg stopping a little above the knee. The back was corset, and the dress was form-fitting showing off all her curves and the color was purple. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high updo resembling Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and she wore light makeup and silver 3 and 1/2in heels.
When Tyler walked out of the bathroom, he damn near forgot how to speak. “Wow,” he managed to say.
“Thank you,” She said,
